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Conquering self-loathing |
| It stands firm and strong The guard is up You can't hurt me Fire your bullets and miss You can't hit me Because it is paper thin Only I know How to tear myself apart with sin The vicious cycle A spinning saw blade I cut myself with The damage I've wrought Is the damage I've brought Unto me I'll bleed my flaws out With curses from my mouth For all to hear World, take your cold hands off my throat But I open my eyes And I see these hands are my own God give me the strength To release myself from me It is all I've known A standard set too high Failing every time I try I want to be like You I'm too blind to see You love me too Why can't I follow suit? This punishment is waste This malice leaves a bitter taste This punishment is waste This shame, this pity I will erase No more self-infliction No more mental incision No longer will the scars say You did this and it is here to stay No more days No more nights Forgive always No more fights This hate dies today You don't have to be your own victim |