Why+Me?(Six+Inch+Glass)

= = is this the way it's meant to be, can someone help me through the box I'm trapped inside, how much higher do I have to climb.
 * verse1:** Why do I feel so lonley,

chorus: can someone help me, can someone hear me, even through this six inch glass, does anybody even know I'm on this path, I look up high up towards the sky, something's calling my attention, full of confusion, why do you have to pick me.

it keeps pulling down, I start to pray, I should've never start to wait, I guess I should've never turned around.
 * verse2:** I feel like something's right behind me,


 * chorus**

that you once walked thid path, and that you once told all the people, that you will be back.
 * verse 3:** Okay you win I'll tell the people,


 * instrumental**


 * chorus**

why do you have to pick me, LORD? why do you have to pick me, LORD?
 * verse 4:** why do you have to pick me, LORD?