Arms Wide Open

If the good die young then I guess I'll live forever,
Because my thoughts are horrible and my actions are no better....
As i paint a picture vivid of my life and how I've lived it,
If there is a god how could he forgive it...
As time stands still my thoughts still race,
And I'm finding it hard to maintain the pace...
Despite the fact it seems as if they're here to stay,
I stand with arms wide open for the day they go away...