I got back and forth, and this ain't working
I'm sick of failing to be perfect
Just like before, I'm all alone
No one knows what it's like to be hurt
I'm used to the nightmare, I'm used to insane
But I wish that, just for once, I knew what it's like to be sane
I'm used and thrown away
And I'm used to the pain
I have no sense of direction
I'm sick of my depression
It feel like the weight of the world is crashing down on me again
And my feet knows how it feels to have its heals six feet deep
I'm sick of my depression
If God is real, then rid me of my pain
If God is real, then cleans me of my sin
And through the rage, I find a place to hide
I feel like slipping into the void inside
You say, "Reach to Me, so I can set you free"
You said, "Speak to Me, and do not be afraid"
"Please don't doubt Me, please just trust Me"
"I would never lead you, never you astray"