I’ve been asking myself the hard questions.
Where is the girl that I seek?
She’s right here, with me.
Am I bleeding her out with every tear?

I’ve been asking myself the hard questions.
What should I do?
I want to believe in a God now.
Is She with me, leading me forward?

I’ve been asking myself the hard questions.
Who am I?
I don’t feel alive most of the time.
What do I do when I’m dead?

I’ve been asking myself the hard questions.
Are you reading this?
You’ll probably see it soon.
Will it make you cry like I am?

I hope not.

I’ve been asking myself the hard questions.

I made a wish on 11:11.

The same one we’ve always made.

It will never change.