Its over
you're not an over comer
tie the rope
jump off the tower
You can no longer be saved
Lock yourself away in a cave
No Freedom
you are my Slave
Every time I visit the Chapel
seeking help for the battle
In need of A word for the doubter
In need of A word for the doubter
but your lips are bitter
your words are poison to my veins
killing me slowly
its like swallowing broken Bottle
it cuts deeper and deeper.
I was wrong yes I admit it
I'm sorry I broke your heart God
But is this really my Fate?
I've never been the perfect son
from your will... I did run
But God I need you.
Written By
~Dwight Mckie~
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