Sinner, pt. I - The Kindred

I had to suffer just to be welcome in my skin

My body lies at the edge of the darkness

Holding on to nothing

Pray I don’t fall in

My head spins to the tempo of my heart alone

I gave up comfort just to be comfortable in sin

My sunken eyes looking into the darkness

Holding on to something only found within

I lie because the truth has never been all that worth the pain

I hide because the truth is I could never look into your eyes again

The grown adult I want to be

While my habits lay in front of me

The circus girls are tumbling

But none of them will make it to the major stage, the promised land

Searching for an honest man

With honest eyes and honest hands

And not the sinner posing as a saint