Will it change anything when you look at me now, to know what thoughts have danced around my mind?
Did you get in the car, turn to the driver and say something along the lines of, I never expected that, not from her?
What do you do after someone tells you, And sometimes, the voice in my head tells me I shouldn't be here anymore?
Will you hear my words when you see me smile? Will you question every time whether it's real? Will you watch me from the corner of your eye to make sure I won't just disappear?
What do you do after someone's taken the bandage off their wounds and let you see the blood seep through?

*Please don't let me slip away from you