Well, I'd like to help you now, but I think I'm just too broken,
To rebuild again would cost me more of all theses things I choke in.

And it's not the way I want it to be, but I'm blind in the places I thought I could see,
And now I'm weak in the mind and the soul of the man, and it's hard to explain 'cause I don't understand,
I guess I'm weaker than I wanted to be, weaker than I thought I was,
There's nothing in the world that's free; it's all too much for me,
And it's not the way I want it to be, 'cause what I wanted to be I just can't find within me.

I'd love to help you out, but how could you hear me now, when you see me fall and watch it all'
I don't think that I know how.

This is not the way I want it to be, and I wonder if you're cut by the ways I bleed,
So I wish that I could stand all alone, but there's no part of the body that can move on its own,
So I guess it's too late to complain about; you heard enough of the truth that you figured it out,
It's not the way I want it to be, 'cause what I wanted to be I just can't find within me.

This is not the way I want it to be; I might be the only part of Christ that somebody sees,
It's the only hope I know how to give you, and it's just too much for me to live up to,
And I never wanted to be the one you see; I'm not the best one for showing you the things I believe,
And it's not the way I want it to be, but what I wanted to be I just can't find within me.