My Own Disease
Every night I cry
Always asking why
Why is it that I chain myself
To this mental prison cell
Crawling on my hands and knees
Knowing I’m my own disease
This heart is my enemy
I am my own disease
So much pain held within my chest
Nightmares come whenever I lay to rest
If you could ever see everything in my past
I know this love could never last
Crawling on my hands and knees
Knowing I’m my own disease
This heart is my enemy
I am my own disease
If you could truly see
The darker side of me
You would see the demons within
Trying to kill me with my sin
Every night I stand in awe
Knowing I stand broken in his law
God sees the darkness of my sin
Still Christ died to let me in
Crawling on my hands and knees
Knowing I’m my own disease
This heart is my enemy
I am my own disease
Copyright © Zach Mitchell | Year Posted 2013
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