I try to give you the benefit of the doubt
But, more times than often, you fail me
You are so fickle
One day you're crowing and beaming in my face
Then the next day you pierce my heart
With the striking hatred that gorges yours
With the striking hatred that gorges yours
For nearly 25 years, I have been blinded by your darkness
But as my eyes finally open wide
And I witness the light shinning upon you
And I witness the light shinning upon you
I, for the first time in my life, begin to see your true colors;
I now behold the pigmentation that makes up who you really are
Presently, I am baffled
And left with a head full of bothersome questions like:
Are you and I friends?
Should I separate myself from you?
Can I live my life without you?
How must I deal with you?
I am still afflicted by the fact that I have allowed myself
To be induced by you for so long
To be induced by you for so long
What on earth was I thinking?
Or was I even thinking at all?
I can't believe how fast season's change
Yesterday, I looked at you and I saw my best of friends
Today, your image disgusts me
I vomit at the very idea of me ever degrading myself again
By associating with such filth
By associating with such filth
You are sick and downright evil
I am so grateful to God for delivering me from you
I cannot live life without you
But surely, I don't have to live life like you
We may all be created in His image and in his likeness
But because you caused me to sin
I cut you off and casted you away from me
I cut you off and casted you away from me
I couldn't operate righteously being chained
Linked to unbelievers and worshipers of the devil
For God I live and for God I'll die
I will no longer be threatened
Nor will I hang among the wrath of the wicked
Nor will I hang among the wrath of the wicked
I admit, it was hard for me to let you go
Because I didn't want to be alone
Because I didn't want to be alone
But I am not alone nor was I ever lonesome
When you pull the dead leaves out of the soil
The pot may look empty for a while
The pot may look empty for a while
But as the sun continues to shine
Something new and better will come up
Again I have arisen from the dirt
But this time, I'm surrounded by pogs
From a much richer soil
Something new and better will come up
Again I have arisen from the dirt
But this time, I'm surrounded by pogs
From a much richer soil
And I couldn't possibly feel any better
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