i had hopes and dreams for us,
wishing you would answer my prayers,
to do better and love me the way no one has.
i was a fool to be a believer.

kneeling and begging, maybe then you'll feel empathy,
maybe it'll grow into a love (that is never meant to be).
but still, love is love; maybe it will be enough.
i'll carry a cross just to prove i'm tough.

love is a religion i want to forget.
i have realized it will never save our story from death.
losing my belief over someone's son,
my dear, in your church, i'm just so done.