I'm tired of being afraid
I'm wondering how I got this way
I'm trying to remember what life was like before
Panic moved in without even knocking on the door

Have mercy on me
I'm not who I used to be
Have mercy on me
Jesus, please

I've been praying and asking you to take it all away
You never do exactly what I say
You see me from the outside, a lover looking in
But all I see is danger moving underneath my skin

Have mercy on me
I'm not who I used to be
Have mercy on me
Jesus, please

I know it's not because I don't love you enough
It's not because I'm weak, it's how you choose to speak to me