Isolation is awful
It’s the worst form of torture
People think so differently than me
I think I’m not what I’m supposed to be
Running around trying to change the world
Falling flat on my face, forgotten and abandoned
The only solace is God
Everyone else seems to hate me
Only God gets it
Only God sees through the wall of confusion
He sees me as I am
Broken but willing
I guess she left me again
I shouldn’t be surprised, but it hurts worse than before
Time heals all wounds, yet I cry myself into my own oblivion
I swear I never do anything right
Who will be there to tell me it’s alright?
Because I sure can’t do this on my own
The only solace is God
Everyone else seems to hate me
Only God gets it
Only God sees through the confusion
He sees me as I am
Broken but Willing
This life is too short to second guess
Too much thought, not enough action
I hope to get the final satisfaction
Of knowing the Lord of hosts
Sees my tears
And weeps with me
The only solace is God
Everyone else seems to hate me
Only God gets it
Only God sees through the confusion
He sees me as I am
Broken but willing
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