the sinner in me

if i could just hide, the sinner inside, and keep him denied, how sweet life would be, if i could be free, from the sinner in me, i'll never be a saint, that's not a picture that your memory paints, not renowned for my patience, i'm not renowned for my restraint, but you're always around, you can always be found, to pick me up when i'm on the ground, if i could just hide, the sinner inside, and keep him denied, how sweet life would be, if i could be free, from the sinner in me, i'm still recovering, still getting over all the suffering, more known for my anger, than for any other thing, but you've always tried, to be by my side, and catch my fall when i start to slide, if i could just hide, the sinner inside, and keep him denied, how sweet life would be, if i could be free, from the sinner in me