I lit a candle, wishing that I could see,
Opened my Bible, hoping I could still believe.
'Cause I'm sick and tired of this empty game,
Where love equals loss and life is only pain.
It's a tragedy. Life's filled with misery,
In a world of pain and sorrow.
It's just a tragedy, only a tragedy.
I break my heart in a thousand pieces.
Can You hear me? Show me You love me.
Crumpled pages of a filthy, broken world.
Consequences for those who don't deserve.
The blackest night fills my eyes while I try to pray.
Dirty past, shattered bones, dwelling in worms of shame.
I don't like the rhythm, but I find my bitterness and confusion from this time to be interesting. I can hardly remember ever feeling this way. It's amazing to me that I wrote something like this.