Weak upon the eyes of the lord himself
Nobody wants to know if I'm doing well
Or if I need something to break me through this agony
Pulses starts to fail as time passes by
I'm losing a fight against my own time
Oh lord, I wish I were a saint so I wouldn't worry about
My sins are the ink for tragedies
I can hear the bells ringing for me
There's no more time
No more time for me to stay here
I'm losing my mind as I sing this song
Maybe my redemption doesn't seem so wrong
My faith is broken and I don't have a home to call my own
I raise my hands to search for a helping hand
But everytime I try, they always give me their back
Oh lord, I wish I were stronger so I could be better than this
Why am I feeling all this guilty
I know that this sounds a bit silly
But I'm broken
Can I mend my own ways to see?
My sins are the ink for tragedies
I can hear the bells ringing for me
There's no more time
No more time for me to stay here
Forgive me
