AN: I wrote this one
Who am I to contredict you for your sins when I've done the same?
Who am I to ask for secrets to be told when I keep my own?
Who am I to question your fears when mine have no reason at all?
Who am I to have pride when and if I crush your own?
Who am I to beg for forgivness when I've turned it down?
I've sinned,
I've kept secrets,
I've had fears,
I've had insufferable pride,
I've push away forgivness.
Who am I after all I've done.
Who am I, I don't know anymore?