Would it be naive to hope that anything I say would change your mind? Or maybe your decision. 'Cause I know you got some thick skin. My heavy heart just weighs me down, from the that joy I should have. And with every pa**ing day, I learn that I fall short. With every pa**ing day, I find it's yours and not mine that is done. I know you say that I'll get stronger, from everything I've faced. But I can't help but wonder. 'Cause this pain, it hurts more than anything I've ever felt before. Ever felt before. With every pa**ing day, I learn that I fall short. With every pa**ing day, I find it's yours and not mine that will be done. This will be done. This will be done. Will be done. Is it strange to hope that anything I do, will impact someone else, and who they used to be? Because I got my own flaw, my skeletons, they rot. Just like everyone. My God, you take the sins of our world. And make them clean.