Void - Matt Maher

Riding down the streets of envy

Looking for some recognition

That would make me really happy:

If they desired my position

Prom-time princess, beauty queen;

See all the admiring faces

Chasing after blind ambition

They don’t see the King of Heaven’s graces

'Cause what I want is you;

What I need is truth

Will someone tell me that for a change?

Nothing ever holds in a world lukewarm

So come and fill the empty space inside of me

Wish upon a falling star

And dream of your perfection

It fades away held up against your failures

And dying self-opinion

Beauty’s on the late night TV

Showing off the next big thing

Turn it off … I’m lost

I forgot who I was

Jesus, won’t you tell me I’m worth something?