turning head

all i want to do is turn your head... make you chase me.... but all i seem to accomplish is raising the dead. got my shovel in hand and regrets in my heart. wish i could go back and stop you and let you know how this feels. trying to live a Godly life and Satan somehow got a thread of my sweater. he pulls and tugs until i feel like there is nothing left. only to his demise... that is just the way Christ would have it.