It gets so silent sometime that I wonder if God can even hear me,
No one to talk to because everyone has their own problems,
So to cope I throw my thoughts into a bottle,
Tighten it up so no one can get to them.
If they knew what went on inside my head,
They'd only judge me,
It gets so lonely sometime that I wonder if God is even near me,
Does he know my heart and know all the reasons for my feelings,
I just want to understand my purpose,
Like has it been fufilled?
Because I can't seem to find no significance in me being here,
Inner-peace would be a dream, the only time I feel it is in my sleep