Praying for myself. These thoughts I try to hide. I have faith in me and hope this will survive. But it's tearing me apart. I can't hear the words by which I guide. So I must ask again who will carry me.
I will not deny that nothing can defend from the helplesness that's cutting deep inside, and I cannot prevent the thought that nothing's real. Seems I've waited years for this day to end.
The strength I need to feel, the pride inside of me, Are not there behind the face staring back at me. The anger and the pain of knowing where I am. I have come so far and I cannot return.
Nothing I can do that I have not done. No words I can say. No truth left that I can see. So must I let this end so everything falls apart. Before I live the life as I have always done.
Tell me what to do so I do nothing wrong. Something I can hope for. Something real that I can see. So nothing falls apart. So that it does not end. I cannot return. I can't start again.