A Sinner Not Saved in Writings

All of the memories I have suppressed, Past through the motions and formed into regrets.. Regretting you formally, your lies nailed to a cross There is no use holding on to something you've lost Forgiveness is useless, or kindness by any means Because I spy with my own eye, a sinner yet redeemed Between the lines of hate and love you'll find this nowhere place Paper thin, a worn out love that was lost without a trace Broken down you'll see her there, kneeling at his grave In a land of make believe, he was the sinner she thought she'd saved.