I am a fake, I am a liar
I shake my head and say that I am too old
but yet...., I feel that I am still too young.
I am a fake not a freak.
Nominal in my faith not normal.
I don't say my prayers like I should.
Nor do I read my bible or the words, I have to say
with tears in my eyes, I am a fake
or is it just how I feel.

I walk the Christian way and yet smack myself in the face,
'cause all I say isn't all I do.
I tell you, I sing my song of pain and cut myself
but thank-you Jesus for Grace.
and have i just got used to it, or is it my life to say I am sorry yet again
What am I worth, smacking every evangelist in the face, in my denial of God just stares me in the face.  How can I stop this, if only I know, but I guess I say, I guess I'll live another verse.

Please don't get me wrong, I am trying, please look at me
'cause my spirit is craving, I need a Pastor a man I need indeed to hit me in the chest so that I can believe!

and now I fear some of you know who I am. I want to use bad language
but, huh, I will whistle and hum!