Текст песни From Saul to Paul // Transforming Towards Truth - Better Promises

I used to have a dime
But now I'm pennies short
Used to be a king with a queen
But now I'm orphaning
I lost my touch, that golden touch
That gave me so much
Sipping stale grape juice
To help me get by

I've lost it all

Down here with the rats that bite and steal
Do what they must to get their meal
I tell them I used to wear a crown
As they're fighting for food scraps on the ground
I ate off golden plates and sipped from silver cups
What do they know about that
What do they know about that

I should have been murdered for what I had done
But my victim broke me out of jail before I was to be hung
She Lifted up her head to show me who she was
She said she forgave me but didn't want to see me again
So I started to run

So here I am, in a town that doesn't know me
I should be dead, the regret inside is growing
I think about going back to her
To hang myself, Oh how forgiveness can hurt