Be what they need
I'm feeling sick
I'm feeling tired of this restless human mind
Be less than He
I'm feeling anxious
Feeling troubled by the weight of my own pride
Learn your lessons well enough and soon you'll be alright
Believe in me
I'm feeling worried
Feeling troubled by the whispers in the night
Be more than she
I'm feeling helpless
Feeling captured in a self-reflective tide
And then a wandering breeze
Wraps its silence around me
Mourning love and lust and complication
And then She's there again
Not a lover, not a friend
Nothing more than perfect harmony awakened
I am guilty of tormenting
I am worthy of your strife
I am guilty of pretending
I am guilty in the night
I can hear the voice it's calling
I'm lost and need a guide
I am guilty of tormenting
I'm guilty in the night