Jesus(In my Heart and On my Hands)

I am bored as hell...tired of waiting,
your childish
and I am tired of waiting for you to see,
I don't want you to change,
I just want you to grow up.

He cries late into the night
wondering what he has done wrong,
but he won't stop the pain
cause he loves the pity party,
the attention.

Foolish boy,
a slave to your want,
to the image you want the world to see.

You call your friends shallow
and that they may be but its all your fault
cause they're falling for your mask,
cause the people who care
can see underneath the mask,
the ugliness, selfishness, hatred towards the innocent.

You say I am harsh
but I speak the truth,
does it worry you
that you may have been wrong all along?

I'm tired of explaining things to you,
I'm not dumb
I know what I am saying
why should I try and explain them to you,
you don't hear me
and what you do hear, you don't accept.
(the sin strangles your heart and makes your ears deaf)

I should be through with you
but I am caring
and will give you a second chance,
I will take the pain for your folly again,
one day you'll learn, or not
but your blood is no longer on my hands.