this is nothing new ive said it before all my demons found an open door i thought that i could write them away just be transparent enough dont give them places to stay i sought salvation through the ink in my pen as if it held the parts of me that i just couldnt cleanse i am stuck on repeat regurgitating everything thats inside of me screaming the same words for all these years god why is my trust outweighed by my fears outweigh my fears keep my eyes from worthless things im terrified ill just fall to the way side and become a blind beggar in this city of grace unaware that the glory and the riches await just passed my doubt on the other side of wasting away give me a new voice give me a heart for repentance and make it stay cause ive idolized my words ive idolized my words its all my fault i can feel the pull i just turn away stuck in a rut but its comfortable and im terrified of change i need to think recollect your words that set me free but im still just stuck on repeat im getting sick im getting sick of this its all starting to feel like home no matter how far i run my mistakes follow me wherever i go im losing my grip im losing my sanity where is the cure where is the cure 