my guts are knotted up
twisted

i've been overthinking

my old nature of sin seeking

left my heart unwhole

and leaky

nerves got the best of me

anxiety

keeps my chest sinking

a year ago

i was walking the streets thinking

i worked for the king

but i only did the deeds of he

who slithers on his belly who

carries

the mark of the beast

the same being who deceives

lies

through his teeth

if only i had truly seen

myself,

the person i had been

maybe then i would have stopped sooner

maybe then i would have seen clearer

maybe then i would have held you dearer

maybe if i wasn't afraid to look

in the mirror

i would have truly seen

myself,

the person i had been.