Pretending, Oh pretending!
I'm the king of pretending that I love being the king of me.
Oh my hollow heart what is this all worth?
What am I really worth?
What am I?

Because I've betrayed myself to many times, 
Selling myself to the things I want, 
Too cheap, And too fast.
to the things that make me numb!
It's pitiful I'm the slave of my eyes!

This king that's me feels unfamiliar 
though I know it's bitter taste oh so well.

Selling myself to the things I want 
Too cheap, And too fast.

But God if you say that we're all your beloved, 
loved through our sin and shame, 
then who am I to say you can't? 
That I'm not worthy when you died to set me free.

Because I've betrayed myself to many times, 
Selling myself to the things I want, 
Too cheap, And too fast.

And my only way out is to know 
my freedom is having you as my king.