If you never asked for my side or my story 

Your opinion will inevitably and ultimately bore me 

‘Cause it’s really all based on your biased conclusions 

Your small, little world is full of you-delusions, 

Preconceived notions, and conditioned beliefs;

Skewed, traditional, and Southern motifs 

If you really wanted to know me you would’ve made the time

You would’ve put fort the effort to know what is mine 

You would’ve asked and listened, getting out of yourself 

But you never did try to learn what I felt 

So while I love you and care, this seems to be the end 

The only way to me is if you make yourself bend 

In a direction that you don’t tend to typically go-  

It’s a different path than the only one that you’ve known 

It takes a cracking open, especially of the mind 

It’s scary and unknown, you’re unsure what you’ll find 

But the paradox is that this brings a lot of freedom 

When you break free from the confinement of your everyday “me-dom” 

I hope you will decide to take that daring step 

To recognize you’re stuck, your soul craves new depth 

I’ll be right here praying, hoping you will

Take a step towards me, I’ll forever wait until