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This wasn't my mistake
For once I'm not the one to blame
But somehow I come out hurt the most
There are a million things I think I want to say
But none of them express my feelings quite the right way

So when every word falls short
And every emotion is more complicated
Where do you suggest I go?
So when everything I love
Becomes something that is hated
Where do you suggest I go?

This isn't how it's supposed to be-
Me sitting here with a tear stained face
I'm starving for someone to hold
When I've been stripped of the beauty of life
And no one I know is around to see
Where do you suggest I go?

Lord, You said You'd always be there for me
I cry out for You now!

(c) 2001 The Breaking Room