I know that I’ve been tempting fate and playing with fire.
But I don’t know what I am doing.
What am I doing?
I am so lost without you.
Like sailors without their Northern Star.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.

Without you, everything is up in the air.
And what am I supposed to do with air?
This air isn’t breathable.
It doesn’t fill up the hot air balloon.
I don’t know how to.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.

And I am keeping them a secret.
I don’t know if you’ll ever know.
But it always has a way of getting out.
Just like a magnetic pull,
I can’t seem to stop.
Forgive me.
Forgive me.

There’s a hole in our ice heart.
And I am digging it deeper.
It will never look the same nor heal.
How will you look at me?
Like a piece of tarnished treasure?
Forgive me.
Forgive me.

As I play with fire and tempt with fate,
I realize it will be the end of me.
Upon seeing you, I won’t live.
Like a fatal and trespassing guilt.
I’m begging you.
Please.
Dear God, please.

Forgive me.
Forgive me.