Lightning strikes
in a private room.
Don't question why,
because it's gone too soon.
Remember all the nights when I was trying to talk to you,
and what I did to make you recognize.
I tried to redden my eyes,
you could see right through.
Then I was saying, could God have mercy?
If I'm not worthy, I'm not worthy.
It's the same old lie,
that I keep telling myself.
Something is right,
that was made for someone else.
Remember all
the nights when I was trying to talk to you,
and what I did to make you recognize.
That you had me terrified,
you reddened my eyes,
you could see right through.
Then I was saying, could God have mercy?
No, no, I'm not worthy.
I'm not worthy.
I'm not worthy.
Remember all the nights when I was trying to talk to you,
and what I did to make you
recognize.
You had me terrified,
you reddened my eyes,
you could see right through.
Then
I'm saying, could God have mercy?
I'm not worthy.
I'm not worthy.