I can’t sleep
I can’t feel,
The way I feel I right now....

I wish I knew what this was
I wish I knew how to stop it

I know I had to let this feeling in,
I know I had to feel this coming
So why can’t I get rid of it the same way



I’ve prayed for peace I’ve preached for hope
I pray to heal, or at least to cope
But I never do,and I fear I never will.

This pain isn’t a season, it’s a part of me.
And I can’t find the reason, but I know one day I’ll see
That this pain isn’t pain after all.

It’s the tearing away of what shouldn’t be, and the replacing of what needs to be.
It’s the destruction of a incorrection
It’s the breaking away a wrong reputation

I can’t see where to go because I let my identity become my work,
I let my work be who I was.

And now that my work is over, I am over...



Or...at least so I thought...