When I need help and remain quiet don’t think it’s your fault
Is it your fault when I don’t feel well? Is it your fault I’m being repaired?
How can I say, the truth, I’m scared, due, for major changes
Illness, confusion, worry, the end of my story on this side
On this side
I get frustrated when you ask what’s wrong and I don’t know
Detection of a new season has come
And I’m unbalanced, unsure, neutral
At least I’m not completely passive and numb
Into God’s hands I run, come with me.