I am sick sick sick. And when I am not sick, I am tired. I am sick and tired.
What more must I do? What more do you want from me?
I did all I can, and now all I'm left with, is the pieces of me.
And you're still not happy, you want to burn me into ash.
I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't smile. There's nothing more you can take.


I'll stand
With arms high and heart abandoned
In awe of the one who gave it all
So I'll stand
My soul Lord to You surrender
All I am is Yours

So what could I say
What could I do
To offer this heart oh God
and give it to You





Show me how to live
I forgot how to breathe
Teach me the ways of expression
Cause I forgot how to smile

I lost myself
All I'm left with
Is the pieces of me
But yet, you're not satisfied

Take it
Take all you want of me
I want to stop you
But I have no right to anyway
- swee "the story of her"