Closed Arms

You told me that you accepted me and my transgressions

But that was far from the truth

You constantly bring up the topic of morals

When you know their is a sinner under your roof

The idea of "perfect love" escapes your lips so eaisly

Even though forgiveness is absent

 

 

 

 

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