I feel backed into corner
a foreigner...

Suppose I was to ask you,
Who are you...

You'll buy me a drink,
Maybe two or three...

You are no longer looking at the world through...
And it seems as if the world keeps throwing you...

Old love,
Set afire...

The dinger rings
we start to fight...

I look into the mirror,
and I hate what it is I see...

Here I am,
Crawling along this wall...

Lustful eyes scan the night
Thy face fall upon me...

Every night I lie in bed and pray,
asking God to never let our love fade away...

You know my horrible mistake,
And Jesus died for every sin I am to make...

Still scared of letting go,
Please say it isn’t so...