Guilty

Sometimes the devil allows people to live a life free of trouble
Because he doesn't want them turning to God
Sin is like a jail cell except it's
so nice and comfy and there doesn't seem to be any need to leave
The doors wide open
til one day
time runs out
The cell door slams shut
and suddenly
It's too late...

I'm a prisoner of my own mind
I fall back into it everytime
But this pain i just can't hold it in
We're a product of our own sin
I've been driving down the same road
But i don't know which way to go
Memories of a different past
Torture me for living fast

In my head replaying what you said
This ain't living we already dead
Been at the bottom for so fucking long
Been all alone since i heard you're gone
Feel more then empty but that's nothing new
Would say i'm sorry if i could to you
I feel guilty just for waking up
All this money couldn't make it up

I'm a prisoner of my own mind
I fall back into it everytime
But this pain i just can't hold it in
We're a product of our sin
I've been driving down the same road
But i don't know which way to go
Memories of a different past
Torture me for living fast



Credits
Writer(s): Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Alan Gibb, Maurice Ernest Gibb
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