Epiphany

My hands are soaked with sweat
My forehead becomes a little wet
All in the embarrassment to say
That I've been loved every single day

I've spent many days in self-obsession
From confusing boredom with depression
Because I wasn't used to the noise
Of nothing but only my voice

I am spoiled
I am rotten
My good fortune I've forgotten
But now I've remembered again
Every time you hold my hand
I'm not alone
I'm in love with you all
You've carried my heart
Through the rise and the fall

So now I ask for forgiveness
I've got hope at a high
And I've got my love and my time
To help me surely get by...