If I fade,
Who will notice
If I die,
Who will care

These wounds that bleed,
Oh can't you see?
They aren't scars,
But gashes from which I'm being drained

If I cry,
Who will wipe my tears away
If I fall,
Who will pick me up

These lies I weave,
You just can't see
Fall into this façade,
And you will let me decay

If I scream my demons out,
Who will listen?
If I drown in crimson stains of mistakes,
Who will save me?

These monsters that lacerate my being,
You just don't see,
The dark that lurks behind my eyes;
You'll only see when the little old me finally dies