Prodigal Daughter, Unfaithful Wife

This vacuum, this numbness, tells me I need to get home.

I'm groping in the dark to where my heart led my feet to go.

I know you're still there but I can't feel you.

Feeding me with what feeds on me, living in what's killing me right now.

I am made not for this.

I burn in a passion they call love branding, searing my flesh.

The deceiver is in my chest and I must master this.

The battle rages in my head, dear God save me from this.

Silent waters, they run deep and I'm drowning.