My Hell

It's not found in throwing roses on a grave Or in the cursed bottom of a bottled plague It wasn't in the torment that will never fade But I see the truth now This was my hell living without You here Even Heaven is hell if somehow You were not there If You were not there It wasn't in the flames that won't stop burning Or within a fire that is never quenched It wasn't in the brokenness of all my failings But I see the truth now Lord, I need to breathe You Drink You, dream You Nothing ever will compare Need to breathe You, drink You Dream You, need You