Someday, someday I’m going to find release.
Stop wondering why you left me.
I don’t, I don’t know what I’m here for.
But asking myself only makes things worse.
But I was raised to pray when it hurts,
“Fix my broken mind.”
I blame my head, I blame my sight.
Poking at somebody’s side
and I’m gauging out their eyes,
but it’s I who is blind.
When will I see?