im standing in a room full of saints and none of them will look at me. i know theyre made of stone but i cant help but wonder if its because of you or me or the things we did and the people we hurt.

i dont feel safe in the pews of my old church anymore. i cant look my pastor in the eyes. i dont know where i went wrong or when i lost my faith in you but i dont think i can live for you. i dont want to die for you.

the weight of the world is so monumental how do you single handedly carry it on your back? head held high adored by the masses. how do you keep from crumbling under the attention?