Foresaken
Sitting here in church, Nowhere to run, Nowhere to hide,
Paying for all my sins, and everytime I lied.
Feeling guilty for all my mistakes, and what I've done,
In this life, my failures far outway the times I've won.
All this time spent worrying about things I can't control,
Wondering if GOD will ever forgive me, help sooth my soul.
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