JesusFreak
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It's not healthy, I know
Like I'm just putting on a show
Writing rhymes to forget
That I am very sick.
Maybe something's not right
This worsening plight
And the truth is not in us.
We are dead without Jesus.
When we try to live alone.
We see this flesh as just dry bones.
Or we think that we are great.
A life for us we alone can make.
