Oh and all those tears she cried were hers to keep,
The pain she felt was hers to keep,
The thoughts in her mind were hers to keep.

But two people can't keep a secret,
Unless one of them is dead.
She wasn't the weakest,
But the voices in her head
Weren't ever satisfied.

She didn't trust anyone,
She lost all her pride.
Everybody must hate her,
That's what the voices convinced her to think.

Another pill, another drink,
Girl, if you go on like this,
You won't live that much longer.

And even though you won't believe this,
You will be missed.

Come on, you're so much stronger.

All those open windows but no fresh air,
all those open doors but nowhere to go,
all those open books but no stories to read,
all those songs but nothing to listen to,
all those people but nobody to talk to,
all those things but nothing to do.

What would you do,
if you got the message today,
that your life's gonna be over in May?

Would you spend your time waiting for the end,
or rather try to fulfill all those dreams,
you thought you had enough time to do in the future?

If you had the chance to go anywhere,
would you go somewhere or to somebody?
If you could choose,
would you stay alone or in company?

Don't ever take all those things for granted,
did you ever think about what happens after all this ends?

If the dreamer dies,
what happens to the dream?

everybody's talking about love
the kind every little girl dreams of
but who's talking about this kind of attraction
where when i look at you
all i can see is perfection
all i know is that this ain't love
at least not the love they all dream of

And there will be a time
When I'll only be a faded picture in your head

But you'll still be the starring role
In the drama
Alias my life

And there will be a time
When you won't remember me anymore
When you won't know how I look
Or how my voice sounds

But I'll still remember
Every word and every sentence you said
And hopefully
I'll still remember the beautiful sound of your voice
And the shininess in your eyes

And every single day, I'm sitting in the bus, my head against the windowpane.
Watching the cars passing by, following the raindrops running down the windows with my eyes.
Listening to those beautiful words coming out of my earbuds and the mouths of my favorite artists.
My eyes are closed and people might think I'm sleeping, but really, I'm just thinking of everything you said to me and how you looked me in the eyes.
I'll try to remember the moments when I felt safe, because they're so rare, remembering is a very special thing to do.