- cifra
Rid me of the notion that I ever had any rights
Cleanse me of the motives that come in such a clever disguise
Ruin my agenda, holy as it never was
It's all from Your hand
and there's nothing that's mine
and all that You give
You're free to take away
I'm just trying to hold on, clinging to the dream inside
I was only selfish, and you were only part of my life
Every breath, every word
There isn't one thing I deserve
And all that I am is Yours
