Christina Epiphany

A E F#m A a broken heart and a contrite spirit A E F#m A you must punish me to make me feel it A E F#m A crawl back to you like the prodigal son A E F#m A tell me you're sorry for all that you've done A E F#m A a broken heart and a contrite spirit A E F#m A gotta punish me to make me feel it A E F#m A you'll take me like a lamb headed to the slaughter A E F#m A i'm not your son, i'll be the prodigal daughter A E F#m A you said i wasn't hurt but i just needed a mother A E F#m A now everyone has left and you say you're not my father A E F#m A a broken heart and a contrite spirit A E F#m A my pain and suffering, i want you to see it A E F#m A you take from me my love and my home A E F#m A my sisters blocked my number from their phones A E F#m A a broken heart and a contrite spirit A E F#m A the silent treatment until i hear it A E F#m A you say i'm becoming a monster; a beast A E F#m A i'll offer my life for you, my bishop, my priest A E F#m A but if i'm honest that's not what i need A E F#m A to act like a father would be doing the least A E F#m A a broken heart and a contrite spirit A E F#m A keep punishing me until i feel it