| I hate feeling so alone, I hate feeling
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| I hate feeling like I don’t have a home
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| You came and went and took a piece of me
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| When all I ever wanted was to rest in peace
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| Being left alone, having room to breathe
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| Exhausted and waiting for my turn to speak
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| I need to get this off my chest
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| I need to gain some self-respect
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| I need to listen to my friends
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| I need to learn to love like Him
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| This weight on my conscience has left me self-conscious
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| I don’t want to go through this again
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| I just want to get used to the silence
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| Stop acting like I’ve been dealt by a bad hand
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| No more longing for her love in my bloodstream
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| I swear I’ll never place my faith there again
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| I’m giving this to the cross for the last time
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| For some apparent peace of mind that I can’t find
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| You’re still the only thing I see when I sleep
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| You’re still the only thing I pray I can keep
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| But now I see, you’re not a thing
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| Not designed to belong to me
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| To medicate my uncertainty
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| You’re made to fill empty graves with her love
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| Remind His daughters that His heart is enough
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| I’m alright with the exile I face
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| I’ll be fine as I bathe in His grace
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| Drifting apart has our yearning is severed
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| But when I dream we both pray together |