He sits at his computer screen,
Laughing at her...

A free pale dove flies over your head,
With white feathered wings as heavy as lead...

I took the razor in my hand,
Trembling I put it to my skin...

Your smile is so beautiful,
Your eyes so judicious...

This is me,
Stripped down to the core...

Oh Jesus my saviour,
When will you take me home...

Too long I sat in the dark,
Blood red tears trickling down a broken smile...

Holding my breath,
Lungs bursting with stale air...

In a dark room lives me,
Hoping my final move will set me free...

His arms wrapped around my delicate frame,
His hand resting on my hip, the other on my bare...

How did you fall so far from grace?
And land right next to me...