I feel the weight of your words, you treat me like I’m a curse, potential fading out. You say I’m rotting inside, no longer sanctified, once boy you were on fire. My teeth have been holding my tongue, my mouth is filling with blood, I’m going to let it all out. I’ve been in this place before, learnt from mistakes and saw you don’t have to fight. Lord i still believe, but i just can’t breathe, I can’t breathe in here. When i run i run into you, time will heal this bruise. It can’t stop me now. Slow down love, slow down love…. we’re not ready for redemption.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN