Corey Smith
Corey Smith
Corey Smith
Corey Smith
Corey Smith
Corey Smith
Corey Smith
Corey Smith
Corey Smith
Corey Smith
Corey Smith
Corey Smith
[Verse 1]
I got a problem I hate to admit
Hell, no one likes talkin' about it
It's the painful condition of every man
We'd all be saints here without it
[Chorus]
It's these beautiful things
I'm like a moth to a flame
And it's burnin' my wings away
[Bridge]
It's money and sex
It's money and drugs
It's the longing to look young forever
It's reachin' for more when you're all ready full
It's all this destructive behavior
[Chorus]
It's these beautiful things
I'm like a moth to a flame
And it's burning my wings away
[Verse 2]
And no one promises tomorrow
Our best laid plans might go to waste, uh-huh they may
It all might tumble down around use
But I won't be afraid, no I won't be afraid
'Cause I've got a little faith and a holy grace
And we've got love in our hearts
And I'm tryin real hard to do somethin' good today