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Lyrics:
I aint shot up in a long time Though my arms still hold the tracks But my heart is scarred much deeper From the church and hypocrites And I aint felt love in a decade Though a thousand know my face But Id trade my reputation For a drop of grace But I hold to my remorse I can feel it like a force Driving down within my bones To cast aside And Im here with my regret Cause I aint got nothing left But the guilt and grief that Beg me change my mind I used to wanna be like Jesus To lay my head upon his chest Now I find Im more like Judas At my very best But Im here with my remorse Can you hear it in my voice As I cry dont turn your back On your own son And I hang on this regret Cause I know Ive nothing left But the guilt and grief Remind me what Ive done Sometimes I dont believe in anything at all But Im crawling through my pain Bloody knees and open veins Is it worth the risk to pour out all these words Not that anyone has heard Or that anyone has a cure Now Im spilling all my secrets But Ive got a thousand more Im a killer, Im a vagrant A thief, a junkie, and a whore So I pray for more remorse To feel it more than in my voice Like a prison train to set my spirit free And Ill kill all this regret If its the only thing thats left With my guilt and grief I bury inside meFill out this form with your username and email address. A link will be emailed to you, where you will be able to enter a new password for your account.
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