He’s not the man he pretends to be  
just a shell of a man you see,  
lost in a world he designed to survive,  
a made up reality where he barely arrives  

Plays the victim oh that’s his role,  
center stage spotlight protecting his soul  
Mr. know-it-all quick with the tone,  
yet somehow still doesn’t know his own  

He is blinded by himself 
can’t see past the mirror,  
trauma at the wheel steering every fear  
Insecurity whispering low in his ear,  

Shame dressed up like it’s something,  
a covenant look but the truth is faded  
Guilt that stains deeper than blood on the door,  
angry at God but still kneels on the floor  
saying “I’m fine” while he’s waging a war  

Now every woman that crosses his path  
feels the aftermath  
of wounds he won’t name
 won’t face, won’t cast,  
so we pay the price for a past not passed  

Psychology turns to a weapon in hand,  
manipulation masked like he’s trying to understand  
Big words deep thoughts over analysis flow,  
but it’s armor not growth just a smarter show  

And still  
I pray for you  

I pray the scales fall off your eyes,  
that truth hits deeper  
That the hardness softens inside your chest,  
and you finally lay that weight to rest  

A real relationship with the Most High God,  
not performance not pride not a polished facade  
Because a true follower it shows in the fruit,  
not in the talk but the living proof  

Kindness,  
Gentleness,  
Love  

Not confusion,  
Not control,  
Not half of a soul,  
But whole