Lletres: George Michael. Older. To Be Forgiven.

I'm going down, won't you help me?
Save me from myself, I hear the sound of a memory
Maybe time will tell

Suddenly my life is like a river
Taking me places I don't want to go
But like all good men who swim too well
It takes all that I have just to cry for help
Then that voice in my head tells me, no

I'm going down, won't you help me?
Save me from myself, I look around for a fantasy
Maybe, who can tell?

Let me live my life beside the river
Take me to places where a child can grow
And then maybe, the boy inside will forsake me
Maybe, the child in me will just let me go

I'm going down, the cold, cold water is rushing in
I'm going down and I would beg to be forgiven
If I knew my sin