This is what comes of the best intentions we have, they get lost with the rest and soon forgotten.
And the money we spend is to make amends for the time that we’ve never given.

We all feel real inside our skin with selfish hearts that hide our sin, but everyone that runs a race can’t win. We all feel real inside our skin.

If God is good, then what are we? There is no plant without a seed.
When morning comes, will we believe all that was lost can be retrieved?
You say you’re good, then met me see. A faith is dead without the deed.
How can we fail if we believe? Let’s be who we were meant to be.

We all feel real inside our skin with selfish hearts that hide our sin.
But no one really knows our deepest secrets.

We will separate ourselves from everyone that we know. We can’t allow a single doubt or weakness to show. Just one more day without the shame and I can move on. I’ll be happier, happier when I’ve given up.
(We say, we’re so misunderstood, but I know we don’t do the things we should. So long to what I thought I was. I’ll be happier, happier when I’ve given up.)

Wisdom light my way into the dark.
Your words, the melody that carries me.
We can't make a change ‘til we know who we are.
What burns? The fire refining me.