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I have this thought in my head that I’m not good enough
I shiver and cry because I’m such a mess
What do I know of Holy?
The days roll by and it’s time to see the therapist
All she doesn’t know, so many things I don’t confess
I have this thought in my head that I’m not good enough
Sickness rolled in and I couldn’t move, why am I still here?
Bone marrow biopsy, MRIs, and so many blood tests
What do I know of Holy?
To listen to the church sermon and feel hypocritical
Turn around, leave, and want to feel blessed
I have this thought in my head that I’m not good enough
To think back on what I stood for, how strongly I felt
When one small drink lead me to let in The unwelcomed guest
What do I know of Holy?
Then you come along and I give you my all
Even though I know that I’ve tried my absolute best
I have this thought in my head that I’m not good enough
What do I know of Holy?
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