"Well, it is my past. What can I say?
Happened long ago or yesterday
You see, there was this girl.
She was my friend, I knew her well, too well actually.
She would dress up each night, make up beautifully
And step out in her heels. Night life was her thing
Ooooooooooooooo, there was this other girl
For her, she liked to be asked out
Expensive dinners and after sex
Morning after pills and shameful regrets
Day after day, was her thing.
Did I tell you about this one night,
The night she almost died!
With all her friends gone, to sleep their liquor off
She kept wondering, "why am I doing all this?"
Why am I wasting away my life
As she kept throwing up continuously
Terrible night it really was, she was at the edge of death!
But i Bless the Lord for that night, for when
She woke the next morning
She was changed!!
Her mind made up, I need Jesus.
Alleluia, Glory to God!
And like I said at the start," what can I say"
It is my past.
