karma.

"I don't care" I say as I weep curled up in a ball wishing I could ask God to His face, please give me some more grace.. please let him back into my life this time I won't shove my knife so deep into his heart I'll play the right part please God, give me back his heart. self inflicted scars all along my arms none quite as deep as the wounds she left on my heart you selfish whore how dare you how dare you push them away when they're the only reason you've stayed I see your pain I see the light drained out of your eyes maybe if you held your head a bit more high the noose around your neck wouldn't be so tight your body might be able to put up more fight please God, this time I will do it right.