I exchange one vice for another
Skin for Skin
Or pixelated emulation
I seem to only care for the end effect

Am I the only one who dislikes this?

I listen to music
I talk to other men
And I consider what I'm doing to be some sort of sin
No one else seems on my side.
So here I lay
Struggling in silence

Disappointed in self

And what's worse is I'd drag others down with me
If she'd let me.
And no one I've met is able to pull me out of a whole
Have I just kept digging? Is that the issue?

There's been prayer, there's been suffering

And in the end, I am just hoping this can be used for glory
Rather than condemnation
Because God knows if I could blink, and everything would be fine, I'd do it, and never struggle again.
But maybe that's where the glory rises from.

I love you..
But do I really?
What is that but three little words
Put together to create a sentence
Too frequently misused
But yet holds so much meaning
Perhaps I'm bitter
Because I haven't found it yet
Perhaps I never will
But judging by the fairy tales
Perhaps one day I will

Everyday you wake up to a new day
But what they don’t realize is that it’s all the same

You look in the mirror and paint on a new face
Anything to hide the pain.

Shifting between bars to hide the scars
Drinking your emotions in bars

Anything to say "I'm okay."
But everything is still grey...