Junk

I'm just a soul without a purpose in this life

I'll have to face my demons

I stress too much about the things I cannot now redeem em'

Do what you want, but know your actions will not be forgiven

You walking down a golden path made of the devil's hatred

Depression holds a special place within my love of healing

I live believing and sleeping without a thought of evil

To keep on pushing is something I'll need more strength

I'm pleading

Until that day I guess I'll play on to the tune I'm leaving