you might see the knife in my stomach
but you don't know how it feels
you want to pull it out cause you're scared
cause you don't know better and it's all too real
but that's the exact issue
you don't know how to deal
you don't know what i've been through
just want me miraculously healed
you'd watch me bleed out
after your lack of thinking
and leave me for dead
in your hurry of fleeing
the scene of judgment
it's just me bleeding
cause you don't know anything at all
yet you stick to preaching
how are you scared of the consequences you set in motion
how hypocritical is it to cry as you accuse me of over-emotion