| This Is Mine |
|---|
| Now, I |
| I despise |
| The reflection of my face |
| In your blue eyes |
| But I |
| Accept the evil |
| That has grown deep beneath |
| My drunken mind |
| You know |
| Who I am |
| But I never |
| Will confess |
| I grow righteous |
| When others |
| Condemn me for just doing |
| What I simply do best |
| And I |
| I once knew the feel |
| And the curve |
| Of a perfect breast |
| We once tasted |
| Why Jesus suffered |
| And he died |
| Just for us |
| Now somewhere |
| Is a room |
| Where I will waste |
| My time |
| Drinking |
| From the bottle |
| That contains the secret pleasure |
| That is mine |
| This is mine |
| Mine |
| This is mine |
| Only mine |
