Conveyer - Blister

From the outside looking in.
Constant failure was the only friend I had.
Taking everything for granted.
This pity party in my head.
Without you I'm as good as dead.

Always playing victim.
Always feeling sorry for myself.
And blaming everyone else.

I teeter on this soapbox, the tilt before I fall.
My precipice of selfishness, I keep hitting a wall.

Always falling off this beaten path, I'm tired of fading away.
Trying to shed this weight, on my own.
And it isn't working out, I'm tired of fading away. From the grace You set in place.

On my own, sometimes I'm up.
Sometimes I'm down.

Help me not hate myself for having my doubts.
Sinking in the guilt I'm still running from.
Lost in the lies I haven't repented of.
Memories like bullets, fired from a gun.
Cracking me open.

Nobody knows the trouble I've been.
Nobody knows the trouble I've been, but you.
This selfish masquerade I've been putting You through.
Nobody knows the trouble I've been, but you.
Nobody knows, no one but You.