The High Cost Of Playing God

Falling head over heals for burden and bright light

A high cost of playing god i guess

Please, tell me how to survive in this

The unforgiving role of seeing too much

under the dead wake of morning

I'm finding solace in a diseased heart

and im finding love in acts of desperation

You're no angel my friend, your no angel

And here we are teetering on the edge of tired departure

and there you are with a blessing from below

With one drop for every callous ending

and one drop for every un-granted wish

Spare me the day when i discover a new found low

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