This porcelain witch drags me under Her poisonous grasp erodes my will My
strength succumbs to selfish torture If only my mind would just be still
This time I swore it'd be different, I swore I had learned to cope With
this match I had sed to tinder, with this ember on my lap The excuses I've
made can't hold up any longer The promises made in vain are returning void
to me Behind those eyes hides a weak and fragile soul Only longing for a
place she could call home Living in this subjugated hell Taken advantage
for every pain she felt Disgusted and shamed by the decisions I have made
I turn to the place where my sin had in anguish been paid "Father Forgive
me though I know just what I have done Teach me to walk with You as though
we are but one!" In His great peace am I conceding, That which would cast
me from His face There is no foothold on my heart These shackles will no
longer hold me down