I wanna get to know you,
more than just your name.
There's lots that I can show you,
do you wanna know my name?

Try as I might,
nothing feels right,
I weep every night.

When I get home,
I'm all alone,
I cry and I moan.

Read me a story,
from your book of Truth.
There's lots that you could show me,
I want to know you.

When  no one's near,
I cower in fear;
I've nothing that's dear.

Nothing I say
could make it okay,
so I'll find my own way.

What's gunna stop us
from seeing eye-to-eye?
Nothing's gunna stop us,
so why not try?

When I get old,
or so I've been told,
I'll die on my own.

I can't act brave,
I've no one to save;
I'll dig my own grave.

If I'm wrong
will you correct me?
Then point me towards
brighter memories?