I have always believed
That God was fake
He was just distraction
Leaving false hope in his wake

But now I'm crying
My heart torn
Wishing I didn't come with thorns
Wishing I could cast away
The thoughts of defeat
So I pray, pray, pray

My mind is not well
It's obvious to tell
So why must I go through hell
When I know **** well
I am dying
No need for rhyming
There is no ending
To the pain and remembering
And the crying and the lying

I can't do this anymore
I am losing my mind
I can't see straight
I am practically blind
I need somebody
Somebody to care
Somebody to be there
Somebody to not HURT

I have been HURT
I am BLEEDING
I have been HURT
I am now PLEADING
BEGGING

I need someone to help me
The poor little bee
I am lonely
As it's very easy to see
Forever hurting
Forever worshipping
Forever believing
Forever. Alone.