كلمات Forgiving Myself

This bed of nails, Which way should I rest my head I'll say a prayer Hoping someone hears There's a hydroplane Waiting behind these eyes I could find a way to hold your smile But I think I'll let go I'm living over and over, Not staying here divided I've drawn my own line (over) I've talked my way out of the lie I'm finding it's not a weakness, it's forgiving myself It's a game, I've learned, to quiet the sounding shame To quicken the guilt I feel when it's calling my name Should I say I'm sorry love, or call up a couple friends? Or spend those hours, like never having them again? I'm living over and over Not staying here divided I've drawn my own line (over) I've talked my way out of the lie I'm finding it's not a weakness, it's forgiving myself It's not a weakness, it's forgiving myself It's not a weakness, it's forgiving myself It's not a weakness, it's forgiving myself It's not a weakness, it's forgiving myself