Why does god let us suffer like this?
I went to church
I prayed every night
At every meal
Did everything I could
And what did it get me?
I was made fun of because
Of how I looked
Untill I stopped going
To the holy place, church
I'm still not stable
But I'm not as I was before
I don't cry
I don't miss who you call god
If he's there, really there,
Why does he let his followers suffer?
If he's so "all powerfull"
Why doesn't he help them?
Yes, we're imperfect, we know this
We need help, a lot of it
But you don't help us, do you?
People sacrafice everything for you
you don't help them.