Box My Sin
I’m not your heroAnd I’ll never be your saviour
No idol or aid
Or idea is going to save you
The words on my side didn’t save me at all
They remind me even the greatest can fall
I may never fill your shape
I may never fit to suit
But I’m worthy and strong and wounded to boot.
I’m not asking to be best
I never try to beat the rest
I’m just asking for a moment of peace again.
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