This life of sin I live in this colored skin. Can't escape the devil even though I never stop running. On the outside my life is so stunning. Inside I feel as though I'm slowly eroding. Forever finessing the hand I'm dealt no more folding. Trying to reconstruct this distinct character of mine.
While trying to lighten this load and clear my mind.
Who's to say it'll go away. When I have everything I always wanted who's to say I'll be complete. Who's to say I won't have to compete with the devil trying to take my innocence. Rescue me from the hands of evil because my mind is corrupt and I try to develop but I can't escape not even when I have no more worries because my only worry will be the main question... will I witness God's glory or live this life incessantly
