Mary's driving home again. She's crying again. Johnny left her for another girl. . She's embarrassed by her loneliness. And haunted by her shame. And everyone's reacting just the same.
I'm a druggie, I'm a pusher, I'm a one night stand whore. Accuser, an abuser with nothing to live for. A devil, a deceiver and probably much more. . But why does it have to define me?.
Jesus died for our sins. His blood washed away these stains. He died to give you freedom. So, why do you still wear those chains. Chains, chains, chains.