Jezebel is putting me through hell, spirit of lust is not putting
up a fair fight, my battle was always at night, but now it’s at my workplace,
24/7
I’m single she’s not, I’m free she’s not, I’m in this place
where I feel for her she’s not, and even if she feels for me and denies it, I still
shouldn’t be giving into these feelings, lustful desires so overwhelming it’s
overwhelming me, a love for a girl I desire I wish it had an expiring date and
it can expire, she’s beautiful but doubt that’s the source of my desire, there’s
something there, something deep pass a feeling of care, even though we were
never physical or exchange any I love you’s, it is a battle to let go, and so I’m
writing this song to let you know…
… I’m wounded I’m bruised I’m in this battle and I just loose,
who keeps on throwing in coins these credits just keeps on building up, game
over but just replays, pressing start button to continue, I want out but no one’s
hearing me, teary eyes walking around torn up, LORD this’ my 911 call, on my
knees to the ground I fall, You want my all but it’s not easy, all I want to do
is please me
Pen to paper, ink to reality, shout out to all who read this
or hear me sing, say a little prayer for me, doesn’t have to be much, just
enough, this chapter in my life is tough, a little rough, I’m at that stage
where I had enough, satan saw through my bluff, and now his troops are storming
in, he wants me to crown him king, but I’ll rather die before I kiss his ring, I
have my own king, the creator of all, ABBA Father, GOD
