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

It's 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