it's not the things spoken, but the words left unsaid
it's not the things discovered, but the thoughts in my head
it's not the joy gone, but the absence to start with
it's not if i matter, but if i'll be missed
it's not where i'm going, but the places i've been
it's not how i'm hurt, but how my tears are a sin
it's not that i want to die, but how i want to leave
it's not because of everyone, but it's you who's killing me
