You will never be able to be pleased.
I know when you’re upset,
I know when you’re in a fret,
I know when you’re mad,
I know when you’re sad,
But you don’t know when I’m crying
But you don’t know when I’m dying
But you don’t know when I’m hurting
But you don’t know when I’m averting

I take all of your words and pain,
and all you do is tell me I’m insane.

You get mad at me for cutting,
so I learned to hide them.
You get mad at me for crying,
so I learned to do it when you’re out.
You get mad when I am lying,
so I learned to put on a mask;
And when I fall and crumble,
You don’t care enough to ask.