morgan johanna - good person. Lyrics

("...On the night before he died, he came to the table with his friends.")
("Taking bread into his hands, he gave thanks and praise.")
("He broke the bread, and gave it to his friends saying,
'Here, eat this, all of you. This is my body to be given for you.
Do this in remembrance...'")
(Excuse me)
(Sorry)
(Yeah)
Ever since I was a kid
I was told
There's no such thing as "being good"
It's about "being holy"
The thoughts in your head are not yours
They're the devil
And you're dancing in grey territory
"Love isn't what you think it is"
"Trust these words and not your heart"
"You're a broken messed up kid"
"Tearing the world apart"
How'm I s'posed to be a good person?
When all I've ever heard is "I'm worth it"?
I don't want to be the one that you gotta save
When all of it falls away,
Show me what it does to the children
To hear that they're "broke" to be human
When I just wanna be...
Show me a hand that will hold me
And I'll show you something that's holy
I'll show you all the people who are really blessed
Are fighting every day just to find some rest
In a hateful world you've created
But that's not how I was created
I am finally me
I am finally free
And I just wanna be
A good person.