Your deceit has stained your flesh and your obscurities have proven themselves so sickening. How can you live with yourself when you are your own disgust?
Do you know who you are when all you are is lost, and not even forgiveness can save you from what
you have become inside? Was there ever a moment when we saw in the same light and insecurities were not reality. You can separate yourself from the truth but when the
sunset dies so will you.
Do you know who you are when all you are is lost, and not even forgiveness can save you from what
you have become inside? Was there ever a moment when we saw in the same light and insecurities were not reality. You can separate yourself from the truth but when the
sunset dies so will you.