Tell me.

I don't know where I get the strength to hold on to where I stand.
This is the last thing I want.

This can only be God's grace.

God... This better be friggin good.
And for the both of us, not just for me.

This is the book I never read
These are the words I never said
This is the path I'll never tread
These are the dreams I'll dream instead
This is the joy that's seldom spread
These are the tears...
The tears we shed
This is the fear
This is the dread
These are the contents of my head
And these are the years that we have spent
And this is what they represent
And this is how I feel

...why?