I hear
addiction calling for me,
my name, again and again
but I pushed it far away
along with the people I wanted to stay
because I struggled over and over
but always fell back in
and in a haze i began to lose the days
forgetting the progress I already made.

life starting to fade I'd wake up again
in yet another cold sweat,
nightmares of relapses forever
but with sweet death I have not officially met.
Because God had a plan for me,
I guess He thinks I'm worth it
and so one day He sent his son, who died to settle my debt.
and moving forward He was able to collect and redeem the years I'll always regret.
stealing away from me my pain,
giving me a brand new name,
He was with me throughout everything.
Witnessed all the sorrow and dismissed the disdains.