I’ve given up on giving up slowly.
I’m blending in so you won’t even know me.
Apart from this whole world that shares my fate.
This one last bullet you mention,
is my one last shot at redemption,
because I know to live you must give your life away.

And I’ve been housing all this doubt
and insecurity
and I’ve been locked inside that house,
all the while you hold the key.
And I’ve been dying to get out,
and that might be the death of me!
And even though, there’s no way in knowing where to go,
promise I’m going because,
I gotta get outta here!
I’m stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake…
I gotta get outta here!
And I’m begging you,
I’m begging you,
I’m begging you,
to be my escape.

I’m giving up on doing this alone now.
Cause I’ve failed and I’m ready to be shown how
He’s told me the way and I’m trying to get there
And this life sentence that I’m serving
I admit that I’m every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair