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I am going to tell you this because I love you not the kind of love where I need to see you bleed to death Not the kind of love where pity weakens me At the end of the day we are still accountable at judgment Will you be there get me out the decision? Something sinful I did alone. I am tired of running to you for my escape goat every time I do wrong Blaming it on the enemy, the little voice in side my brain or the two on my shoulders. I don't believe the enemy exist Maybe the enemy is ourselves.