Don't Pray - L.A. Guns

Don’t pray to me, I’m not your God

Or cry for me, I’m not your dog

Don’t worship me, I’m not your God

Don’t pray for me, Don’t

Now I see it clearly, only myself left to blame

People drawing near me, like a moth pulled by the flame

Now I feel like a man who has lost his way

Nothing is real to me, don’t lean on me

I’m not your cain

Don’t wish me away, I’m not your pain

Don’t bury me, I’m not dead yet

Don’t pray for me, Don’t

Now I’m feeling things that I’ve never ever even felt before

Something’s feeding me through a bleeding wound

Like an open door

Now I see it clearly, only myself left to blame

People drawing near me, like a moth pulled by the flame

Don’t pray, Don’t pray, Don’t pray for me

Now I see it clearly your the one who is left to blame

As you draw me to you, I’m the moth and you’re the flame

Now I’m feeling things that I’ve never ever even felt before

Something’s feeding me through a bleeding wound

Like an open door

Don’t pray for me