I keep wondering why I'm still here When my choices keep taking my sanity Whats even making-making me do this- Good decisions bad decisions- What's the difference I can't tell anymore And apparently, Neither can they They can't see what I'm going through because They can't be what I am And it hurts, it really does Every time they ignore the lighter in my bag Or the knife in my back That's slowly bleeding- they can't see it They can't be it And I can't do it- Anymore