Why, Lord?
Why won't you kill me?
The pain I endure,
is it funny to watch?
Why, Lord?
Why do you hate?
Is loving me more than
you're willing to do?
Why, Lord?
Why do I suffer?
Why does my torment
please you so?
Why, Lord?
Why must I stay?
I've offered life more
than I'm willing to give.
Why, Lord?
Why must I live?
Why would you want
me to suffer this way?
Enough is enough.
The pain will not stop.
I want nothing to do
with this life anymore.
I want no more sorrow.
I want no more sting.
Remove me from this dust,
or steady my eager hand.
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