Would it be naive to hope that anything I say would change you're mind?
Or maybe you're decision.
'Cause I know you got some thick skin.
My heavy heart just sways me down,
from the that joy I should have.
And with every passing day,
I learn that I fall short.
With every passing day,
I find it's yours and not mine that is done.
I know you say that I'll get stronger,
From everything I've faced.
But I can't help but wonder.
'Cause this pain, it hurts more than anything i've ever felt before.
Ever felt before.
With every passing day,
I learn that I fall short
With every passing day,
I find it's yours and not mine that will be done.
This will be done.
This will be done.
Will be done.
Is it strange to hope that anything I do,
will impact someone else,
and who they used to be?
Because i have my own flaw,
my skeleton's, they rot.
Just like everyone.
My God, you take the sins of our world.
And make them clean.