It hurts to know
You deserve nothing.
Even though the Father died
Your father thinks you nothing,
When I walk through the door
Into my home
I am walking through a door
I know I cannot escape from,
Come to my room
And see me struggle--
The pain the past
The shame the vast, oh so vast
Emptiness the slowly
Swallows my heart,


It's so dark now.
And I can't see,
So dark.

Now it's just me in my room
Waiting for the tempter to take a seat
Next to my ear
And begin to whisper--I fear
That what I am
Doesn't deserve the life he has.

I know what it is
To be in the pit.
I know what it is
To see Satan
Take me under.  

It hurts to know
You deserve nothing.
Even though the Father died
My own father thinks me nothing.