Sometimes I wonder why I try so hard to impress someone that will never, ever love me, but then I remember that a long time ago, they did the same exact thing to me.
I'm a murderer I've stabbed my own heart. I'm a thief I've stolen my own happiness. I'm a liar I've told myself how much better things would be. I'm a slothful woman I fell asleep. I'm greedy I've eaten my own pain. I'm hungry Just not for sin again.