When I was down, you were up
When you were down, you kept shut
all the doors that made you small
never feeling the pain at all Held your hand
thinking I was quite the man
to feed your soul
I couldn't see you running empty I was digging in your sores
scarred myself inside the source
Made me feel like Jesus Christ
The wounds appearing with the tries
left me thinking you heard my call Some of the fears we made leave
Somehow that made me believe all the bricks in your wall would fall
Gave myself
a place upon the highest shelf
I'll always be condemned within
and for that sin
scarred myself inside the source
The wounds appearing with the tries I was digging in your sores
now I pay the priceMade me feel like Jesus Christ.
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