If all tshuva is,
Is turning around
And I don't want to see who's behind me

Should I give up,
Or try even harder
Because maybe this fear is my trial

Don't make me spin
I'll just hold on tighter
Don't force me in
See, I'm not a fighter
Just a poor soul
Waiting
Bleeding inside
While it pours

Drowning in rain
As tears fall from heaven
Spiraling down to my core

I'm standing naked
Bare to the world
Beaten and shattered and sore

Don't make me spin
I'll just hold on tighter
Don't force me in
See, I'm not a fighter
Just a poor soul
Waiting
Bleeding as it
Starts to pour

You can hurt me
Heal me
Send me to search for my
Conscience whispers
Tells me it's time to
Go on, turn around,
So

Don't make me spin
I'll just hold on tighter
Don't force me in
See, I'm not a fighter
Just a poor soul
Waiting
Struggling on
And it pours