Light the pieces on fire;
make me watch them burn.
Kill everything that's left of me.
God, knock me down;
let my wounds bleed out.
Still, nothing compares to You.
Nothing in me is good;
nothing is holy.
I'm just like them, really.
Who did I think I was fooling
when I said I was different?
Not You.
Never You.
I was fooling myself.
God, destroy me completely.
I don't want to be this anymore,
not this ugly, lying wretch.
I'm not ready for what You're doing.
I'll never be ready for this,
never be ready for You.
So pull the rug out from under me.
Steal away my selfish desires,
until there's nothing left of me.
And only You.
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