I'm sick; i've tried not to show it
i pray to god that no one has noticed
But i grow weaker day by day
my face is pale my hair turns gray
it's hard to find the joy i once knew
what has crawled into my bones?
made me brittle, made me old
All of my dreams are about god
when i dream about god
when i dream its about god
Confusion is my enemy
restore my soul of faith from reasoning
Jesus save me from obscurity
from the hour, the moment of grief
But i grow weaker day by day
my face is pale my hair turns gray
hard to imagine the boy i once knew