MY SIN

Letting the past eat me away, they say to fix it you must pray.

I rather not go there with some, you pray and you still feel numb.

Hopes that he will fix everything, the choices that you made cause the sting.

I choose not to believe in him, let me do me and that's my sin.

Do you from here on out, I'll do me and live my own route.

Let's just say I'll continue my way, while you still do wrong and try to pray.