You Were a Child

You've known God since you were a child

Read your Bible, and you prayed every night

Sunday mornings were made for revival

So it still feels like you're gods child

And They go to church to find their worth

But you let numbers define yours

So you leave marks all on your arms

One for each flaw that you find

In God's desire in you

And they say we're not perfect, make us feel worthless

For all the things we've done and the wrongs we've done

They make it a game of wrong and rights

We're damned to hell if we don't play right

And the more strings that you pick, the more anxious you get

Are getting worn out

And those words that you sing are the way that you bleed

You're bleeding out

And you hate who you are even worse who you're not

So you write this song

And beautiful poetry so they'll see something lovely

Instead of broken things