You have never been one to abuse or deceive me
Post traumatic broken heart torn to pieces
It’s automatic complicating things that are so easy
You’ve always had my back, picking up my slack
Hating getting chastened, but you put me back on track
I wonder why you love me when I don’t love myself
Self medicating hurt, but you restore my health
Burden bearer, load sharer looking in my mirror
I feel the terror implicated from my human error
The error of my ways had me up for days
Look me in my eyes, do you see the glaze
Made my mama cry, a wicked son they say
Recess this court of judgment, don’t have the time to play
Yeah I did it, yeah I said it
Yeah I meant it, I regret it
I give you my will, give me my mission
Lord please take this thorn, He said “My grace is sufficent”
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