Not everyone is in love with me.
There are some that would love to see me bleed.
They wish I would just go away,
And my face they never have to see.
They wish me dead,
for I remind them of all the wrongs they did to me.
How can one live with oneself
If I mirror back the one thing their soul really needs.
It's easier to deny the existence of God,
then to live up to you true divinity.
Wouldn't you agree?
My living is their hell,
Do you see?
There are some that would love to see me bleed.
They wish I would just go away,
And my face they never have to see.
They wish me dead,
for I remind them of all the wrongs they did to me.
How can one live with oneself
If I mirror back the one thing their soul really needs.
It's easier to deny the existence of God,
then to live up to you true divinity.
Wouldn't you agree?
My living is their hell,
Do you see?
