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Tomorrow Makes No Sense

I didn't choose this face

Or this shell of skin I'm trapped in

You're not worthy to loose my shoes

You don't know where they've been

I am my own enemy

I will lie to myself

I will talk to God

But He won't talk to me

I want no sin, I want no fear

No sting of conscience, no care of death

I want peace, not as the world gives

Tomorrow makes no sense

Only Jesus sees my heart

My hope is that He knows my mind

He will bring me out of this

If I can scratch the crust from my eyes

Inflict my own wounds

Torture my own soul

I choose to be the beggar

Break the bonds of my yoke

Tomorrow Makes No Sense /

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