For the Books...

This ones for the books
The broken signs of righteousness
Becoming more than looks
Becoming more than shades of grey
Becoming more than games we play
Screaming out my lovers name
Then looking to find the great escape.

I’m scared that I wont give up what I love
And that I’m less than what I’ve already become
Its easy for me to forget you’ve already won
And only by your grace that I’m able to be undone

These months have done a number on my mind
This thing called joy, I’m still trying to find
Have I become a wasted life?
But I know you’ve said “you are mine”

Cold sweats, sleepless nights
Becoming a worthless sacrifice
Each time leaving more of me
Wonder why I couldn’t stop these things…