Forevermore

is this really what i wanted?
i know that i'm above this
so i'll hope in love forevermore
(nak):
love is so ellusive when your confidence in it is inconclusive
the heart becomes a rock and every 'word' to you is useless
take apart the fixture that'll serve as all the pillars
that supports your inhibition: will you listen?
it takes one slip to pay the price of being blind
that accompanies the heartbreak without faith in mind
it takes two people just to suffer the immersion of turning
that which is holy to something burning, yearning, sick and perverted
i wonder what will happen if i said "i trust god"
and had the little bit of faith to really mean it
mentor once told me that the ultimate choice to backslide
is due to small compromises that'll feed it, believe it
i've taken definitions of this love i'm so accustomed to
and traded it for lust because it hurt me
i tremble at it's mercy as if the freaking consequence ain't nothing
so i saved the purest part of me as currency: i spent it
(sam ock)
is this really what i wanted?
i know that i'm above this
so i'll hope in love forevermore
(nak)
i've had enough of spending, but i'm melting in my debt
because heck, i never thought it'd be addicting
i saw the cut up nature of this love so i'm masking all the ugly
but the blood behind the masquerade is dripping
and my struggle isn't social so you know i often tend to keep them indoors
i'm chasing a mirage i had to sin for
i had the choice between a long-lasting joy
but the instant satisfaction, i went for it
it's the feeling that'll surface when you fall again on purpose
dodge the thought and the responses to the question, "was is worth it?"
now the purity is tainted and the sentiment is stained
we looking for a rebound like a center in the paint
the irony that happens when the suffering's incomparable
we sit and make excuses like we're no the ones responsible
sometimes we're not, at all times we've got
to open up our palms and make our pride drop
the battle will continue in our solitude
we crazy if we fall into this lie and the illusion of its safety
take me to the place where i could fake all of this happiness
and hand me what you're on so that my brain could be distracted
we fueling the escape as we resume into the rain
in hopes to drown ourselves in doubt just to subdue all of the pain
who replaced the simple truth that god is loving just to save?
and forgives, rebuilds the sinner, and he loves them all the same?
i followed the belief that missing purity subjects you to a cycle
"let's just run with it, and might as well have fun with it"
i'm tracing back its roots as i maneuvered down the spiral
and i saw with both eyes who the un-sub is
look! simply disturbing lies upon identity
it's telling me it's useless but i begged to thinking differently
we free from all the slavery
the freedom that he measured
condemnation? god will crush it. no question
we're innocent again
(sam ock)
is this really what i wanted?
i know that i'm above this
so i'll hope in love forevermore