Who Else

I, all I'm hearing is white noise
All I'm feeling is salt in the wound
I turned a corner got knocked out
And the one holding the weight was You

I saw the one loss coming
But the others have left me in shock
The mess and brokenness aren't surprising
But I'm surprised You haven't said it's enough

So who else am I supposed to be angry at?
Who else, who?
Who else am I supposed to be angry at?
You're the the One who calls the shots

I want to wrestle till I feel blessed
Or at least until all this is renamed
I know that You love me in my head
But the tightness in my chest has something to say

Who else am I supposed to be angry at?
Who else, who?
Who else am I supposed to be angry at?
You're the One who calls the shots

Who else am I supposed to be angry at?
Who else, who?
Who else am I supposed to be angry at?
You're the One who calls the shots

I don't want a band-aid
It's so hard to even pray
I don't want You to go away
But I wish You would explain
I wish You would explain
Who else? Who else?
Where do I go but to the One who called the shot?

Who else am I supposed to be angry at?
Who else am I supposed to be angry at?
Who else am I supposed to be angry at?
Who else, who?
Who else am I supposed to be angry at?
You're the One who calls the shots