Who do you think I am?
Who do you think I am!?

After all this time,
You still can’t see me.
After everything that’s been said,
You still don’t hear me.
After all those times my heart was poured out on you,
And by you,
And for you,
You still don’t remember me.

All those things get shuffled away,
Behind stalwart misconceptions.
You trust me with nothing,
You judge me as nothing,
You count my convictions as nothing!
Nothing!
Nothing . . .
. . .
. . . Why do I cry?

My God in Heaven,
Why do I cry!?
When my anger burns white hot,
Boiling like a steam engine that’s nearing it’s limits,
Why do my tears beat against the floodgates!?
. . .
It must be because . . .
I know who you are.