Perfect Healing

The world was getting heavy
As he lingered me a wink
I knew that it was wrong
But I didn’t stop to think

You know innocence is precious
My mom told me all along
But I couldn’t stop the feelings
because they all just seemed so strong

Or maybe I was tired
Of getting dragged along this path
I no longer had the time,
For doing all the math

I wish that I could say
I enjoyed that careless feeling
But what I really needed
Was not that kind of healing

Now running on this path
I stop and now I’m kneeling
Praying that maybe one day
I’ll find the perfect healing

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