Save me from what I'm becoming.
I trust you. Do what you want to do with my life.
I am fighting agaist the tide.
My hope in you's why I'm still breathing.
You gave me a reason to exist.
I'm trying to fulfill your will.
I want to be everything I can and more.
I won't resist any change I know that you insist upon.
"I'm better off on my own"
That's what I thought.
You used pain to open up my eyes to the idea: I am not.
I'm so glad I realized the truth:
If I'm not living for you, why should I be breathing?