| Why is it always Just so hard to resist The urgings of An inner tempest? And though I never would Purposely do Something that just Might hurt You, Sometimes I get started And I just can't stop. I need help slowing This plummeting drop. Why does it feel so good To just be bad And, then later on Make me feel sad? These enticings are Just so hard to ignore. Does just listening Make me a -----? While others may say, "No big deal; everyone does," What if it's true, And everyone was As weak as me Deep down inside? Has done the same things? Feels their soul has just died? Even then, Does it matter? No, now I just Feel much sadder Because I still don't know why It feels good to be bad, And then I just Will feel mad. I no longer see the point In trying to do good, And by the way, where Is that ultimate good That was supposed to save me From these earthly pleasures And give me a brand new Eternal treasure? Why can't I find it? This map's hard to follow. I guess I'll be doomed To a life full of sorrow, Full of disappointments, Full of failed attempts, And forgotten repentance. Does this even make sense? I can't take any more, geez, Soon my heart will freeze Since no one else sees. I need Your help, please, Now. |