"God," I ask,"where are you...
I pull my knees up to my chest...
My head lies on the pillow
My silent tears run down my face...
I think of you,
I wonder if you were real...
Taste the pain of the rain
On my open sores...
If I was more like you this wouldn't bother me,
I could go to bed without thinking of you...
If I could tell you
Why I do the things I do...
"God," I ask,"where are you...
I pull my knees up to my chest...