Nobody notices how I want to be alone,
nobody notices the scars and the bruises
caused from my own stupidity.
Nobody notices the nightmares
nobody notices the sad little girl inside,
they keep me up at night.
Everybody tries to tell me they care
but when I call
nobody's there...
I want to let it out,
I want somebody to know
I feel oh so cold,
so cold I could never feel warm
but how can I explain it to people
that could never understand?
But if they really knew...
Wouldn't they let me continue to sink alone?
continue to let me hide in my room?
continue to let me do the things I do?
Or could they pick me up
and build me a boat so I could float?
To tell the truth,
I don't know
but maybe someday I will.
