You smoke-screen with your judgemntal words.

But when the air clears you're just a scared little child.

You smoke-screen, but your fearful inside

That God does'nt love you

You let fear run you wild



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When someone is wrong you write them off

Never give a second chance

What if God had been that strict with you

And destroyed you without a second



You smoke-screen with your angelic face

You look so holy, but you're struggling inside

You smoke-screen when you point the finger

Cuz no one's looking

To see you problem with pride