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I embedded my home into another ones ambitions
The battle of mind and heart, a terrible mix up
We foolishly tricked ourselves into believing
That there was some sort of in dignity in giving up

Selfishness was not hesitant to plant that white cross six feet above a casket
Housing the idea of love
Housing the idea of our love
The devil is in the details
The devil is in the rocks
As I stumble in my bare feet through this life
Losing blood from the cuts
As deep as my lies go
So does my pain

I watch my integrity give about
And then circle around the drain
Wishing I could take back all the times that I regret
Its funny how regret is something that we can never ever forget
Bleeding out pours wishing life was like before
Foolishly falling for the lie that life was simpler when we were poor

What you did for me
You did for the least of these
What you did for me
you did for the least of these

Lord I hear your words, and I want to speak
But speakings doing nothing
Love was a shelter for the cold
And warmth for the least
I was the least of these
And my selfishness was a thief
My selfishness was a thief

Even in laughter my heart may ache
And joy may end in sorrow
Joy may end in sorrow
This suffering heart needs a home
This body holds no substance for me
You gave a beautiful life to me
But my selfishness is a terrible thing
My selfishness, stole your love from me