I think God is punishing me for the bad things Ive done,
I feel this aching in my stomach I swear that Im the only one.
the pains have been getting worse since Ive cheated and lied,
My scars cannot be seen because theyre on the inside.

Im in a constant race to defeat this reoccuring guilt,
my body is like a rose thats starting to wilt.
Im losing my substance and intern Im losing my will,
Ive forgotten forgiveness and am striking to kill.

I fear myself for the pain I possess inside,
whilst others sit and observe Im finding places to hide.
its time I come out and ensure Im still here,
my last petle has fallen and death is creeping near.

No places are left in which my eyes are dry,
I told you all it was fine but that was a blatant lie.
Im fawling myself when I pretend that I care,
Im a rotting carcus of disease with no soul to bare.