Dear God in heaven it's me down here on earth
Just have some questions 'bout the reasons for my birth
It's 27 seems like every path would turn
To this question deep inside me and it hurts
Coz, I don't know how else I can be myself
Than asking how concerned are you I don't feel myself
My worth is not discerned by these inward eyes that once could see
Horizons gleam, with how much of myself reflected me
Just how much of myself is really me
Dear God in heaven, I wonder why my life seems cursed
Sadness, sorrow are the blues that I observe
Are there other colors my emotions can confer
As positively filled with a joy I might deserve
Coz, I don't know, how else to "unfeel" myself
Than hoping I can grow out of all this grief I dread
My future's unreturned life investment's nowhere to be seen
I'm wondering, just how much of my feeling's genuine
And how much of myself is lost within
Dear God I'm asking not to anger or disturb
But my self-concept in me's just so inverse
With the vision I believe could now emerge
If you headed to my pleas and me your heard
Coz, I want only to reveal myself
And not an ounce reserve, put the past up on the shelf
Maybe I can learn how to be myself if you could guide me after all
How much of myself can I control
Just how much of myself could you make whole
Coz, I want only to reveal myself
And not an ounce reserve, put the past up on the shelf
Maybe I can learn how to be myself if you could guide me after all
How much of myself can I control
Just how much of myself could you make whole