My hands are covered with the blood of all the
Thoughts that flood my aching mind
And I know that when left alone I don't find the time
To match your desires up to mine and see what's right [bad word] from the scene of the crime
The last thing I need is to do what I've already done
Wish that I could rewind and start over
These thoughts still dwell in my mind
I'm losing a battle I thought that I had already won
Wish this part of my life could be over

Sometimes I feel the sin rage inside my soul
Sometimes I feel like just letting it take control
And then the pain I feel, the times I stray,
Would be the slightest regret that I just push away
And as I try to stand my heart is filled with nothing but hurt
My feet are heavy as they're pushing me down in the dirt
And all I ask is you don't give up on me
Someday I'll live like you died for me
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