The Cost
Wonderin' why...hmm...
I feel uncomfortable
I wander...off...why?
Waitin' for somethin'
I need a friend to talk to
Hiding in my shell
I am…so lost though!
I say hello to you
I am…so scared – the price, the cost
Is too high! I-I have an excuse!
I am so low…
As low as the underground can go
I say what’s up to you?
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
No reply . . .
I am ignored, but I’ve accepted it as normal
Reality can get so cruel – but, I must stand tall
Stand tall, David, you must stand tall and give it your all
Give it your all and try not to fall
Call on Him if you feel like your heart’s in appall
He won’t reject your prayer at all . . .
The price…the cost of my sins is too much to pay up in one day
I-I have an excuse –
My heart has been thumping with dismay
I was a new kid, making up several excuses almost everyday
I was struggling in school several times – it’s the bothering truth, reducing me to tears of dread
I was alone and had no one to rely on – that abominable lie in my head! I feel rather…dead
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