A wasted death

by a shot in the dark   Aug 1, 2006


He gave me his all
so i might live a better life
but i only Thur it back in his face
with my own selfish lies

his bleeding skin has washed my flesh
but it doesn't protect me from myself
when Vallie's of my cries show
he'll always look deeper into my heart

pretending i didn't feel his love
i turn and lie from him
walk away for i know he was right
and unfortunately it's too late for me to partake of his sacrifice

he wasted so much on my safety
but he wouldn't listen to my cries to stop
now my blood spills on him
but he won't surrender me to myself

i testify he gave the ultimate sacrifice
for me to feel love in this life and the next
stupidly i still lie to him
and now his life has come to nothing with me

a wasted Crucifixion
will never amount to anything
a wasted savior
has come to nothing

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