[Lyric] 4 Loving You (Troi Irons)

[Verse 1]
I think God forgives the rapists, thank God for anyone but me
I think God could love a killer, poor things are only lost at sea
Every little thought is like a flame I've got to quench
And every little hair that stands up might just be my end

[Chorus]
I hate myself for loving you
I hate myself for loving you

[Verse 2]
I hear God adores the dealers and all the fiends except for me
God gives home to truth-concealers, I'm at the gate without a key
Every little thought is likе a flame I've got to quench
And еvery time I straighten out, I know I can't pretend

[Chorus]
I hate myself for loving you
I hate myself for loving you