Because It only hurts for a bit and then I will be fine Why would I waste my time tripping over what isn't mine Why would I chase anything what I'm searching for is God given Any life receiving less to me really isn't worth living I could quit looking for you but nothing else would ever suffice Nothing takes me to the limit like you did on that night You were like magic but different than the wicked kind Maybe that's just an excuse for my wicked mind Here I stand corrected Yet still we call out each others names Quit looking to put a face to my name within some demonic witchCraft games I speak to you in metaphors and similes and rhymes I doubt I'll ever find you because hes running out of time By the time Jesus comes back you will be out of time Whatever isn't connected by then won't be connected in the way you are mine