It's two in the morning and I'm still awake in my bed And I can't shake these lies that keep running around in my head What if I saw me the way that you see me What if I believed it was true What if I traded this shame and self-hatred For a chance at believing you That you knit me together in my mother's womb And you say that I've never been hidden from you And you say that I'm wonderfully, wonderfully made You search me and know me