Coldplay.
humble me,
I want to live my life with nothing to hide.
Pride has surfaced on the graveyard of my conscience. It has always been, it will always be. But now, that which I know, haunts me so. I keep running, but only to have it materialize at night. The mornings are best, because it lies next to me, unaware. This pride burns into my actions and my words, where once my mouth released innocent longings, now it empties specious banter loaded with not-so-subtle clues of the graveyard and the monster within.
Forgive me for the way I've been, for I have been the one tortured most. When I've seeked for love, I've found the path where pride goes. Humble me Lord.
