I can’t go on feeling this way.
I don’t know what else to say.
I don’t know if you want to stay.
All I can do is hope and pray.
Why do I put us through this pain?
Is it that I am insane?
Do I need to find a stable plane?
Am I just to blind to see I am a nasty stain?
If I had it to do all over,
Could I be a little bolder?
Not putting it all on your shoulders.
Then we could be together till we are older.
How do you say I am sorry for what I have done?
I am not God who sacrificed his only son.
Can I find the place from where that love comes from?
Or am I to far gone to see that I am done?
Some will never tell me the truth.
Some would rather see me in a pine booth.
Only I can find this evil root.
I know deep in my soul I will find the proof.