I hate being unsuccessful
Academically, socially, and emotionally
I am not fit for this world

My body would have more use
Lit up lighting up an alley in the city
Than it would being alive

So I’m asking why, so I'm asking why, so I'm asking why
Why I'm here at all, when I am broken
And it doesn’t look like I’m being fixed any time soon

So I look to God, if you're up there
Would you please give me a sign?

She said, “You slipped past
The world was too beautiful for you to pass
You slipped by. Oh Elijah, you wanted to be alive”

But I don’t even believe in God, but I don’t even believe in God
I don't even believe in God
But if I did, well I hope that’s what she’d tell me