The Things I Do

Hair of gold and eyes of blue

Teach her how to be like you

Magazines taped to her wall

Easier to count her flaws

One for dessert

One for the hurt

One for the blame of a life that's led by shame

Beauty comes and beauty goes

When comes hers? Oh, no one knows

Failing grades but it's okay

No one's counting anyway

One for the drink

One so she won't think

One punishing for the boy who said don't sing

Clothing covers many scars

Loathings covered at a bar

Demons tell her with a shrug, you are not worth being loved, oh, oh, oh

Lord, pull me through

Break my chains and make me new

Lord, show me truth so I'll never go back to the things I do

The things I do, the things I do, the things I do

Lord, pull me through

I am so in love with you

Lord, show me truth

I will find my strength in you

You make me new, you make me new, you make me new, you make me new, you make me new