Please God
Dear God...
I wanted to ask you a question.
I wanted to know...
Were you ever planning on lifting my depression?
I wanted to tell you the truth...
Lots of people have it better than me.
I wanted you to know,
I'm tired of not being able to truly see.
I'm sick of things not going my way.
Something just has to give...
I need something to help me,
I need some way to live.
Lots of people have it worse than I,
And I understand that so ever clearly.
And I guess that all I'm asking,
Is to hold someone very dearly.
I don't mean to sound selfish,
But I suppose that's how I seem.
But life is just so very hard,
When you're the only member of your team.
It's tough when you're all alone,
And no one understands.
I might as well not be here,
I can't stand these changing lands...
God I want to come with you
Just Take Me By My Hand