Honestly, were you sleeping? Reach out, touch me now.      Where can I take my dirt filled head?   Where can I leave my past where no one can see?   I'm at the foot of your cross but I'm a wreck.   I'm stumbling, I can't see straight.   Oh will you still love me when I am selfish and I never seem to show you my face?      I need to ask, what is the name of God on my lips?   Is there something I missed? I'm holding on by my finger tips.      I should know where to draw the line but sometimes I get dragged in and I can't face the consequence.      I want to see the world through your eyes, I want to see how hurt you are.   I want to take out my insides and bury the bad in the earth. I'm thinking...      Is there a stone around my neck? Am I somewhere else instead?      Oh will you still love me when I am selfish and I never seem to show you my face?      I need to ask, what is the name of God on my lips?   Is there something I missed? I'm holding on by my finger tips.      I'll sit for hours until I can't think anymore about the world we live in without love, but you're still here.      Is there a stone around my neck? Am I somewhere else instead?