"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...

If I could tell you
Why I do the things I do...

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...

I think of you,
I wonder if you were real...

"God," I ask,"where are you...
I pull my knees up to my chest...