Can’t you tell?
That I’m standing here screaming to you
Calling your name
Screaming for to you come and save me
But you don’t listen
You never do
Can’t you tell?
That I’m laying here
In my own spilt blood
I’m here on my back with a bullet through the chest
Can’t you tell?
That I’m still not okay
I still have the urge
I still have to cut
Can’t you tell?
That you aren’t alright
You can’t stand alone
You can’t be without
Can’t you tell?
That I can see through you
I see the same thing when I look in the mirror
The shattered glass has given me freedom
Can't you tell?
