You treat me like schrodingers cat And some times I just don't get that I was alive when you slammed the lid And now I'm as scared as a little kid But you have to sort out your own head And you leave me here filled with dread Because when I really really need you You act like you haven't a clue Are you afraid my sadness will hurt you to much That my agony will be to much for the touch That's ok I'll keep it locked away And maybe, just maybe one day You'll lift the lid to look inside Only to find out I have died