(in)sensitive.
which one am i?
both.
or maybe neither.
senses, sensing, emotion.
sometimes, i shut myself off from that.
i don't want to cry,
get upset,
be bothered.
i don't want to be angry,
misunderstood,
apathetic.
too much of one,
too little of another.
i guess i can't be both.
i just don't want to be,
(in)sensitive.

Yeah, I love Jesus,
You wanna know why?
Because I sin lots,
Sure I'm a Christian, but I ain't perfect,
Yet I sure get judged for my faith,
But I'm pretty sure they're all just as fake,
I got a God who loves me nonetheless,
And you know He doesn't hate gays, or the alcoholics,
Those are the ones he wants the most,
Those are the ones he came specifically to save,
The people that need love even after they fall to temptation,
Because sometimes we just can't resist,
So I may love Christ,
But I am not him,
Like at all,
I'm suppose to try to be like him,
But you know that doesn't always work out,
I fail,
And I'm publicly admitting it right now,
I'm a faulty hypocrite
Just like the rest of you,

Scars Masking My Flesh,
Fate's Talons Are Sharp And Ruthless,
They Aren't Afraid To Make You Bleed

My Heart Deflated,
Dreams Sedated,
I Thought I Made It,
But It Was Just Hallucinated,
Thought I Made It Past The Guns,
But When I Came Up To You, You Held One,
I Started To Run,
But You Shot Me Down,
You Cut My Lips Making A Permanent Frown,  
Now There Is A Surreal Pounding In My Crown,
As You Try To Make Me Accept Your Apology,
You Yelled And Abused,
You Left A Me With Some Bruses,
And A Permanent **** On My Heart,
You Hungry Ghost,
In Ways You Were Crueler Than Most,
You've Added To My Collection If Battle Scars

Hope Slashed My Wrists,
And Sliced My Shoulders,
I Sit Here And Wonder,
When Will This War Ever End*

I'm Terrified,
But I'm Not Leaving,
I'll Fight In This Warful World,
Until I'm No Longer Breathing,
While My Heart Is Lethargically Beating,
I Will Clean The Wound Where I'm Bleeding,
So Don't You Dare,
Try To Defeat Me.....

My nose hurts so badly it will be difficult to kiss,
my mouth tasting of Portugal,
socks smelling of smoke.
Did we gain an hour today, or yesterday?
Whichever, I know where I spent it,
in a room
filled with ash
and truthful "no judgment."
Where a pregnancy scare started in a closet.
Where that same scare ended on the couch.
And if I had an extra hour every week,
I know exactly where I'd spend it.
Next to you, in that room.

I can feel her slipping,
slipping away.
I can see her eyes,
are turning grey.
Like the clouds,
on a stormy day.
Why can't there be,
another way?

Rougher than the stormy seas.
She tries to battle this disease.
But it will take her,
take her with ease.
All I can do is pray on my knees.

Can you answer?
Answer me!
Answer my prayers,
answer my pleas.
All I ask you,
is that you take me.
But don't take her,
she has much to see.

I am not asking,
this is a demand.
I know you're God,
and I'm just a man.
But I have done,
all that I can.
And time continues,
to slip through my hands.

Slipping through my hands,
slipping through my hands,
time continues,
to slip through my hands.
Through my hands,
her life, like sand,
slips away.

Where were you God?
I needed you God.