When I Meet God

And if the bottle's no solution Why does it feel so warm And if that girl is no solution Why did she feel so warm And if to feel is no solution Why do I feel Why do I feel so tired Why do I feel so broken Why do I feel so outside Why do I seem so blind I'm so sick of feeling It's ruined my life If living rough is no solution Why does it ease my mind If looking back is no solution Why are we all Nothing but children Children inside Why do the Gods Sit back and watch So many lost What kind of mother Leaves a child in the traffic Turning tricks in the dark What kind of God?