Mass: IV. Confession: 2. Trope: "I Don't Know"

Confiteor, Confiteor

Lord, I could go confess
Good and loud, nice and slow
Get this load off my chest
Yes, but why, Lord, I don't know

What I say I don't feel
What I feel I don't show
What I show isn't real
What is real, Lord, I don't know, know, know, know
I don't know

I don't know why every time I find a new love
I wind up destroying it
I don't know why I'm so crazy minded
I keep on kind of enjoying it

Why I drift of to sleep with pledges of deep resolve again
Then along comes the day and suddenly they dissolve again
I don't know

What I say I don't feel
What I feel I don't show
What I show isn't real
What is real, Lord, I don't know, know, know, know
I don't know