Strange how we fall out of touch with those we used to know so well... Blot me out of the back of your mind. Blot me out of the Book of Life. Just blot me out. As sheltered children, we easily boasted of our small-town religion, held Intact because opposition did not exist to surprise us. When all we hear and all we see only affirm What we believe and every argument suggested is constructed to fail, are we actually Expected to have a backbone? I can't speak for you, but everything collapsed on my weak theology, a storm That terrified my heart of youth into defeat. Everything collapsed on me. And if I doubt, will you still love me, God? My naïve mentality of this world did not suffice. Though I begged for adversity with bold lips, I was merely equipped to give in. And my resolve suffered as I slipped and fell, with no one to correct my steps. If there's a truth out there to be found, it no longer remains in my interest. Interrogate yourself. Let your conscience run free for once In your life. What if your faith was fiction? Would you be afraid to let go of tradition? Has your best defense been hiding yourself from confrontation? Don't be afraid to interrogate yourself. Strange how I fell out of love with a God I thought I knew so well. Blot me out of Your Book of Life. Just blot me out.