The Cross I Bear

Well I rise morning and I face the day,
Safe in the knowledge that I drove you away,
That’s the cross I bear,
That’s the cross I bear…
There’s never moment you’re not on my mind,
How could I ever have been so blind?
That’s the cross I bear,
That’s the cross I bear…
The cross I bear’s not made from wood,
It’s living breathing flesh and blood,
The consequence of a selfish act,
It’s easy to be wise after the fact…
If I could lose this aching weight,
I would stand so tall with back so straight,
Yeah, that’s the cross I bear,
Yeah, that’s the cross I bear…
The cross I bear is a beast I built,
From a barrel of lies and a bucket of guilt,
It’s a total waste, it’s a terrible thing,
But it fits me like a crown fits a king…
So I rise each morning and I face the day,
Safe in the knowledge that I drove you away,
That’s the cross I bear,
That’s the cross I bear,
That’s the cross I bear,
That’s the cross I bear…