That no one wants to speak of,
Then “cool” is just how far we have to fall.
I am not immune;
I only want to be loved
But I feel safe behind the firewall.
Can I lose my need to impress?
If you want the truth,
I need to confess
I’m not alright
I’m broken inside, broken inside
And all I go through
It leads me to you, Lord, it leads me to you.