Sex on the internet, and sex on TV. No matter where I go, there's sex around me.
I try so hard, I want to be good. I don't stay away, But I think I should.
I think of Jesus, and how he was cruicified. He lived a sinless life, without any "oops well I tried."
But then there's me, sinning on and on. But I'll reap what I sow, Once I am gone.
Why is it so hard, why the pictures in my head. And they will last forever, until I am dead.
And then I'll confront god, and fall in shame. Then forever I will be burned, by the eturnal flame.