Her face is swollen
Like she's been crying for days
She knows that it's wrong
In so many ways
Why does it seem
That it's hardest to do right?
When we're faced with a choice
That's the feeling we fight
How could I love you,
Yet wrong you so much
Now my pretence
Ends up destroying our trust
Oh how foolish I am!
To not have listened at first
To be obedient then
Would save pain at it's worst
But all I can do
Is each every day
Beg pardon for sin
And try to walk the right way
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