Losing Faith Like I'M Losing Time
There’s a beating heart
It’s not just mine
Losing faith
Like I’m losing time
What do you need to convince me of?
We are what we’re made of.
What we have is all we have.
We all have to fight our demons
We all pray to correct the past
And scream to the sky for no reason.
So, will I die, if I’m wrong?
Will I die, if I don’t guess at all?
Is this what it’s like when we’re gone
You see that your reflection
Really wasn’t anyone
I said, "My God what a crazy plan
I think I feel bad
About these strangers in my head
I didn’t invite them in
But they’ll leave when I let them"
I said, “My God I’m home again
And can I read
The layers of your skin?
Because I see what we all see
That the truth is just skin deep
And i'm just here for the weekend”
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