Sinner, Pt. I

I had to suffer just to be welcome in my skin
My body lies at the edge of the darkness
Holding on to nothing
Pray I don’t fall in

My head spins to the tempo of my heart alone

I gave up comfort just to be comfortable in sin
My sunken eyes looking into the darkness
Holding on to something only found within
I lie because the truth has never been all that worth the pain
I hide because the truth is I could never look into your eyes again

The grown adult I want to be
While my habits lay in front of me
The circus girls are tumbling
But none of them will make it to the major stage, the promised land
Searching for an honest man
With honest eyes and honest hands
And not the sinner posing as a saint