Why can't I just fit in?
Why can't I just be free?
I know I'm not condemned to sin, and that Christ has set me free.
But this... this is different.
I feel a new hurt.
It's like someone has stabbed me right now.
Right here, in the heart.
And I get it, you're sorry.
You didn't mean for it to be,
So harsh and so gruesome.
So hard for you or me.
I thought love was to be expected,
But you lied and lied to me.
I thought a sorry was intended,
But you said there was nothing to be sorry for... Really?
I mean, I gave you a chance.
To say your sins.
But you took my words,
And on me it was pinned?
No, I don't think so.
I think you've got it all wrong.
See, I asked you for love.
And you took so long.
It's okay, I'll be fine. There's a battle to be won.
And I don't have time for petty games or for being with the wrong one.
So don't worry about me, I forgive you right now.
Because dude, I told you I loved you. And I said it out loud.