I embedded my home into another ones ambitions
The battle of mind and heart, a terrible mix up
We foolishly tricked ourselves into believing, that there was some sort of in dignity in giving up
Selfishness was not hesitant to plant that white cross six feet above a casket
Housing the idea of love, housing the idea of our love
The devil is in the details, the devil is in the rocks as I stumble in my bare feet through this life losing blood from the cuts
As deep as my lies go, so does my pain! I watch my integrity give about, and then circle around the drain
Wishing I could take back all the times that I regret
Its funny how regret is something that we can never ever forget
Bleeding out pours wishing life was like before, foolishly falling for the lie that life was simpler when we were poor
What you did for me, you did for the least of these
What you did for me, you did for the least of these
Lord I hear your words, and I want to speak
But speakings doing nothing
Love was a shelter for the cold, and warmth for the least
I was the least of these, and my selfishness was a thief
My selfishness was a thief
Even in laughter my heart may ache and joy may end in sorrow, joy may end in sorrow
This suffering heart needs a home. This body holds no substance for me
You gave a beautiful life to me. But my selfishness is a terrible thing
My selfishness, stole your love from me