really focuse on my face
it's head the bones the skin
the features, the little things no one
else has ever noticed
i've already done that to yours
i see a place of rest
where i cannot rest
because you're somewhere else
maybe there are things i always wanted to change
maybe God told me to make those mistakes
WHO DOES IT MATTER TO???
i'm wanna believe the one where i'm new and perfect
i want to believe this non-suitor, am i ugly? fat?
i've been down too many streets
to just want a fuck buddy
nothing they say nothing they say is comporable to Love
i want to go free
i'm scared more than i've ever been i think
of God and what misery he might bestow on me next
that's why i dont understand mercy
will that never happened
cuz it hasn't happened in so long