The Way I Was
when i think back to the way i was
when nothing mattered i was so care free
you called me from the pit of insanity
a hell i built to keep out the family
when the prison walls are the ones i built
layers of guilt, mortar of impossibilities
i'm in my own war behind closed doors
nothing seems to matter much to me
finding peace so far away not even a piece
the war still rages from the east to the west
taking no prisoners in my domestic race
forget everything and run is usually the case
but you strolled into my life bright as the noon sun
over looked all my sin for it was paid before i begun
washed this wretched soul to be white as the fallen snow
the path narrow , you pointed the way i should go
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