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letra de maybe i should go - calvary dominique

[verse 1]
wake up, but my eyes are closed
man, the world is spinning, but i’m scared to go
i am scared to go, cause then i know i’ll show
that i have no idea what i’m doing, i just wing it all
i wing it all man, how is it morning again?
i feel like it was only a minute ago when i put down my pen
a minute ago when i finished saying amen, and waved goodbye to the dusk saying, “i’ll see you again”
but now dawn, aw nah, here we are
i would say good morning, but is that what you are?
i once loved you with all of my heart, but now this draining repet-tion has gone too far
and now my alarm is buzzing and i’m slowly getting up
“because that’s what you do when you’re a student,” you get up
and i’m a christian so here’s another day to show god’s love
here goes another day to try to rise above…

[chorus]
but these daydreams turn into nightmares
and though i know you’re here somewhere
i feel lost, dazed, confused, and on my own
perpetually stuck in a world where i don’t belong (and so i cry)
maybe i should stay?
maybe i should go?
what if no one cares if i lose control?
will these nightmares end?
will the day begin?
if everyone else leaves me will you still be my friend, lord?
will you still be my friend? i need to know you’ll be with me till the end
will you still be my friend? i need to know you’ll be with me till the end

[verse 2]
went from finding my worth in your grace to wanting it both ways
finding my rest in you to being driven by their praise
and i feel like a hypocrite when i stand on this stage
cause sometimes this pain is too real, don’t wanna leave my bed for days!
see, my claim to fame is bringing hope to the m-sses
but who i am i to front when i feel as slow as mol-sses?
“come on bro, you’re worthless, no one cares about your verses
you think that god of yours can really give you purpose?
you’re a waste of sp-ce and you don’t deserve this”
i’m like d-mn right, i know i don’t deserve it
that’s why i need the cross, there’s no way i can earn it
but the comparison game forces me into its flames
and no matter how far i go i still feel the same
like i feel pretty lame because i haven’t got a dame
and the pain of this rain pounds into my brain
watching my friends slay, waiting for my lois lane, but she never came
and the shame of this train of thought drives me insane, as i run in this lane
afraid i’ll go to my grave as a lonely wanderer worth nothing but dismay
but when these doubts prey, i know my joy is found in his grace
so although fear cripples me, it’s on my savior i fix my gaze…

- calvary dominique

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