Broken on the inside, laughing on the outside,
A smile that could break your heart,
Crying on the bedspread, blacking out, brain dead,
Wondering where you are.
This is the way I feel,
With my hands over my heart, I pledge I'm real,
Bless me Father: I am weak I am not strong,
And it doesn't matter if I get my way.
Talking heads confuse me; they spit out words that knock me down,
If I could be so disillusioned, maybe I would not care...but...
This is the way I feel,
With my hands over my heart, I pledge I'm real,
Bless me Father: I am weak I am not strong,
And it doesn't matter if I get my way.
So guard my soul,
Surround my world,
They took my esteem away,
And I want this in your name.
This is the way I feel,
With my hands over my heart, I pledge I'm real,
Bless me Father: I am weak I am not strong,
And it doesn't matter if I get my....
This is the way I feel,
With my hands over my heart, I pledge I'm real,
Bless me Father: I am weak I am not strong,
And it doesn't matter if I get my...
If I get...
Doesn't matter if I get my way.
