God, I know that you're here.
I know that every time I cry, you're near.
I ask myself why this happened to me
I ask myself, why am I hurt to this degree?
I gave everything I had
I didn't even know she was mad
Yet, here I sit, hurt and alone
When the reason she left is still unknown.
But you know what, God?
I think this is all a facade.
I think you're testing me
To see how resilient I really can be.
So, bring it.
Bring everything you can to make me quit.
Bring all the problems, all the heartache, all the fear.
Because one day, it'll make me appreciate one who's sincere.