My Sins, Are My Sins
My Sins, Are My Sins
If troubles what your looking for
It's right behind my back
Always stalking at my heals
It's certain to attack
So this life I'm living
May not be your desire
Don't you tell me that I'm wrong
Because I play with fire
If we knew the end was coming
Most would turn and run
Not me I would stay right here
And keep on having fun
Is there any way for me
To help you see the light
Or is your own reality
Gripping you to tight
Forget what they have taught you
They want to own your mind
You must look into the mirror
And see who you can find
The straight jacket of society
Contains you like a cell
But if we could all break free
This world would go to hell
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
Copyright © Jeremy Siedlecki | Year Posted 2011
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