Would she hear me if I called her name?
Would she hold me if she knew my shame?
Would she even love me if I was to blame?
As my tears fall and crash around me,
I feel the guilt wash out.
All of the shame, all of the hate.
It all just flows out, like there is no tomorrow.
Would she hear me if I called her name?
Would she hold me if she knew my shame?
Would she even love me if I was to blame?
This path I walk,
It's in the wrong direction.
Her voice calls out to me,
But why do I not go to her?
Would she hear me if I called her name?
Would she hold me if she knew my shame?
Would she even love me if I was to blame?
I want to listen, But I'm not able to.
This path I walk,
Allows none to speak.
It allows only the weak,
As brittle as chalk.
So why do I follow it,
This path of darkness?
No one person accepts me,
Except for Her.
This path I walk,
Allows none to speak.
It allows only the weak,
As brittle as chalk.
Why do I not listen?
She calls out to me, every day.
But I cannot follow it,
This path forbids me.
This path I walk,
Allows none to speak.
It allows only the weak,
As brittle as chalk.
Would she hold me if she knew my shame?
Would she even love me if I was to blame?
As my tears fall and crash around me,
I feel the guilt wash out.
All of the shame, all of the hate.
It all just flows out, like there is no tomorrow.
Would she hear me if I called her name?
Would she hold me if she knew my shame?
Would she even love me if I was to blame?
This path I walk,
It's in the wrong direction.
Her voice calls out to me,
But why do I not go to her?
Would she hear me if I called her name?
Would she hold me if she knew my shame?
Would she even love me if I was to blame?
I want to listen, But I'm not able to.
This path I walk,
Allows none to speak.
It allows only the weak,
As brittle as chalk.
So why do I follow it,
This path of darkness?
No one person accepts me,
Except for Her.
This path I walk,
Allows none to speak.
It allows only the weak,
As brittle as chalk.
Why do I not listen?
She calls out to me, every day.
But I cannot follow it,
This path forbids me.
This path I walk,
Allows none to speak.
It allows only the weak,
As brittle as chalk.

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