What We're Here For

I will sing and shout,

if that's what you've asked for.

And I will live life proud,

shining your light on it.

Crash.

It's like a paperweight

fell from the clouds onto my head

without a touch of pain.

And like a winner's crutch,

it's just too much to take.

I keep my vices in the closet

waiting for a chance to take

all that is left of me.

And, I need to remember at times...

That this head of mine,

Well... it's not always screwed on right.

I'm not always right.

And I know what you promised,

I'm completely aware...

But I'm asking, Lord,

I need to know...

I just need to know...

What we're here for...

What we're made for...

What we breathe for..

What we bleed for...

What are we here for?

I'm begging...