Why can't I just fit in?

Why can't I just be free?

I know I'm not condemned to sin, and that Christ has set me free.

But this... this is different.

I feel a new hurt.

It's like someone has stabbed me right now.

Right here, in the heart.

And I get it, you're sorry.

You didn't mean for it to be,

So harsh and so gruesome.

So hard for you or me.

I thought love was to be expected,

But you lied and lied to me.

I thought a sorry was intended,

But you said there was nothing to be sorry for... Really?

I mean, I gave you a chance.

To say your sins.

But you took my words,

And on me it was pinned?

No, I don't think so.

I think you've got it all wrong.

See, I asked you for love.

And you took so long.

It's okay, I'll be fine. There's a battle to be won.

And I don't have time for petty games or for being with the wrong one.

So don't worry about me, I forgive you right now.

Because dude, I told you I loved you. And I said it out loud.