Not a Saint -

A house made of ice, windows black as sin

Hell is not what you think it is

It’s cold, and dark my friend

And if you knock on the door quiet enough

They just might let you in.

If you don’t mind what you’ve heard so far

Then please, open the door!

I am not a saint

And I don’t claim to be!

Cut me, lock me up, and send me on my way!

What if you had no love?

What if you couldn’t hold on?

For just another day, just another day

How could you breathe?!

A ghost in the night.

Memories looking glim.

Heavy eyes from a night of tries

Attempts at making trends

A life full of trust, compassion, and hope

The drugs just can’t ease the pain.

If you truly believe in the way of your life

Then please, come meet your demise!

I am not a saint!

And I don’t claim to be!

Cut me, lock me up, and send me on my way!

What if you had no love?

What if you couldn’t hold on.

For just another day, just another day

How could you breathe?!

What if you had no soul?

What if you had no hope

For just another day, just another day

How could you breathe?

No more pain, to suffer

I am searching

Can’t bring myself to lose again

The way that I lost you before!

I feel you from the inside

Embracing you from all sides!

A story told as you hide.

And me, holding you up!

No. more.

pain

To suffer I am searching

Can’t bring myself to lose again.

The way that I lost you.

before

I feel you on the inside.

Embracing you from all sides.

A story told as you hide.

And me.

What if you had no love?!

What if you couldn’t hold on

For just another day, just another day

How could you breathe?

What if you had no soul?

What if you had no hope

For just another day, just another day

How could you breathe?!

No. more.

pain.

To suffer I am searching.