Heal me, heal me
you can't keep stealing me.
I don't belong to you anymore, I don't belong, that I'm sure
I want to follow the path of the right,
I want to write now of how this thing takes hold of me,
messes with the mold of me.
I have to be bold or give in to my grief
I have to stop giving into the thief.
Regret, remorse, I keep getting on course and then the force
of evil, and hate, and anger, and the monster, my taker
people think I am a faker
but this is still my burden to bare,
my chains that I wear
my damnation, I am damned
my soul in remand,
what's next? what's planned?
what do I need to learn or lose
to prove to you that I have good to use.
I can channel energy, and it can be blinding with its power
can last seconds, minutes, hours
I can help you, redeem you, give you the best
or I can destroy, and give you the test.
and nobody should have to deal with me,
the regret is very real and see
I pray to be forgiven,
I pray them not to be driven away,
I'll pray to the higher, every day.
Heal me, heal me
don't reveal yourself, possessor.
I am the regretting, damned confessor.
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