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Album: I Believe, Help My Unbelief
This is nothing new; I've said it before, all my demons found an open door. I thought that I could write them away, just be transparent enough; don't give them places to stay. I sought salvation through the ink in my pen as if it held the parts of me that I just couldn't cleanse. I am stuck on repeat regurgitating everything that's inside of me, screaming the same words for all these years. God, why is my trust outweighed by my fears. Outweigh my fears. Keep my eyes from worthless things. I'm terrified I'll just fall to the way side and become a blind beggar in this city of grace, unaware that the glory and the riches await just passed my doubt on the other side of wasting away. Give me a new voice, give me a heart for repentance and make it stay cause I've idolized my words, I've idolized my words. It's all my fault; I can feel the pull I just turn away. Stuck in a rut but it's comfortable and I'm terrified of change. I need to think; recollect your words that set me free but I'm still just stuck on repeat. I'm getting sick, I'm getting sick of this. It's all starting to feel like home. No matter how far I run my mistakes follow me wherever I go. I'm losing my grip, I'm losing my sanity. Where is the cure? Where is the cure?
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