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