Things seem so fake
I seem so fake.
Days run on Days
I run on Grace.
So close to hell
Man the Stinch of the place.
The stinch of my pride
I’ll be lying if I’m not scared inside.

I’m not Suicidal but sometimes I wanna die,
If Love is the Prize, If life is Wise
God is True and Every man is a lie
Then Forgive me Belove for letting my life be a lie.