Nail me to your self rightiouss cross
Forgive for what I'd done
And what I am
Your wicked confidence is holes and lies
I may be a young woman
But some of us have eyes
I'm crying out of frustration
You are such a lost cause
And its such a waste
How can you forgive
A wrong that wasn't done?
You have to be the only one
Who never was
Now I'm sifting through the insignificance
And I'm dying just to fine redemption
It must be nice to have the answers
I've been searching for so long
But its our answers that need questioning
