if i told you my story would you listen
would you help me cope
will you turn your head
when i tell you sometimes i wish i were dead
are you gonna be the knight in shining armor
or another outsider looking through the glass
thinking i'm troubled
if i tell you my story would you stay
or will you leave giving me another reason to be dead
dead to the world
dead to you
dead to myself
is that what you choose
if i tell you my story will you hear me
am i wasting my breathe
giving time to useless needs
i need you
you can't see that
i feel it
every time it spills out of my veins to the outside world
painting my arm in red
screaming for your attention
yet you still don't see me
if i tell you my story will you still live within me
