If i could just hide from the sinner inside and keep him denied
how sweet life would be
if i could be free from the sinner in me.
I'll never be a saint,that's not the picture that your memory paints.
not renowned for my patients , i am not renowned for my restraint.
but you are always around, you can
always be found to pick me up
when i am on the ground.
I am still recovering
still getting over all the suffering.
more known for my anger than any other thing, but you've always tried to be by my side and catch my fall when i start to slide.
if i could just hide the sinner inside
and keep him denied
how sweet life would be if i could be free from the sinner in me.
