This follows the same storyline.
Whenever it\'s too late,
That\'s when I call for your name every time To promise the same exact lies.
Every time that it becomes too much,
The one I see is the comfort of your back— Without even asking for forgiveness
For the times that I can\'t be tracked.
I explicitly know that it\'s my fault,
\'Cause I\'m solely relying on you
For my faith to get restored,
Hoping for some anticlimactic to happen In just a snap of a finger
So I can run from the pain once again.
I know, I know, I know—
It will just repeat once again
Until there\'s a lesson for me to learn.
But how come I\'m so aware,
Yet decide to make the wrong choice without a care?
Tell me how, show me how—
How I can shamelessly ask for your guidance,
Like I did not criticize the exact same thing
That I\'m seeking for every time.
Salvation, forgiveness, and contentment— The things that I take an oath that I loathe, \'Cause I can only gloat.
Have mercy on me once again.
I know you exactly know
How many times I ask for you
Like a broken record player,
How many times you watch me play this role
With the exact intent.
But that\'s all I can do,
That\'s all I know I\'m willing to do.
And I loathe that I know that you know
Because I\'m just playing myself.
But please, please, please—
I know I will be lost again,
But let me find you
Even just for a fracture of tens.