Cry For You
The voices in my head, God help me I'm so scared.
All of my doubts, my worries, my questions and my fears
I feel them closing in, I wish that I were dead.
I die daily, but not the way Mr. Paul said,
Not the way I read.
There's a lot to which I'm looking forward,
Would I make a brave stand or would I be a coward?
I mean, I've seen the game plan; I know you've got me covered,
But there are things I faced then from which I've not recovered.