My life is tumultuous,
and I've never hurt myself so bad.
I seek a season for which I have committed this great,
great sin.

Without fear to guide me, I drift aimlessly.
Without skeletons in my closet,
I'd be alone.

To sin and sin again. I am not a good person.
I am not ready to be this good person
everyone tells me I am.
I suffer.
I bleed.
I cry.

My life is tumultuous.