What if I prayed.
What if I got down on my knees and said my grace.
Would it even matter anyway.
Would I even know exactly what to say.

What I sang.
What if I belted every note to see God's face.
Would it even matter anway?
Would he even hear my echoes taking place.

Because I don't believe in love.
I lost touch from up above.
I don't believe in anything anymore.

I'm going down, round
and round
Spiraling down,
I'm going down, down, down, down,
Downward spiral.