I don't know if it's you or my stomach
'cause I haven't eaten dinner yet, I'm starving.
But at the same time I know my heart. Plummet.
Down down, it's parallel to the feeling in my gut.
Even if this is the holy spirit, I think I might throw up.
But, You tell me to pray, and to read my bible.
I see no reason to comply tho.
God how do you expect me to believe.
When I'm struck down, lonely, in a rut.
You spoke to me, told me: "I'll raise you up."
But I don't see any piece of me that's worthy enough.
How do you expect me to just come back
when what I do says "I don't give a crap."
Look, God I'm trying to be honest and true.
This shit's so hard to do.
Maybe I'm being really childish; I'm lazy, wicked.
Sinful by nature. to the point where i hate you.
I wish I could see a blueprint of your plan.
Just so I know that this ain't a scam.
I don't know if I wanna move on or return.
yearning for you doesn't seem so secure.