Debería Tenerle Miedo

It's already 6 in the morning but my soul is drowning
Maybe every consequence from the past has caught up with me
How do I ask for help when I don’t feel heard?
I know I’m not perfect but I’m not breathing
Even though I am, it feels like I’m drowning

But who should I call?
When I don’t want to answer anyone
It’s like I’m pixelating and confusing reality
Maybe I should call
And guess who picks up
The place where I was happy at number 70

And I should be afraid
In case I don’t wake up tomorrow
How can I fill the void?
I’ve thought about something temporary
But for something permanent, I start to sin
I start to sin

Like we played as kids wishing to be older
Then time runs out and you start to backtrack
Maybe I never thank him for being where I am
Even when I feel down and get lost in the process

I should pack my bags to leave with no luggage
Or should I keep quiet so Jehovah can talk to me?
It’s not that I’m thinking of leaving, I actually have to stay
But it’s human to fear what makes us cowardly

But who should I call?
When I don’t want to answer anyone
It’s like I’m pixelating and confusing reality
Maybe I should call
And guess who picks up
Call the place where I was happy at number 70

And I should be afraid
In case I don’t wake up tomorrow
How can I fill the void?
I’ve thought about something temporary
But for something permanent, I start to sin
I start to sin
I start to sin