Would you stop!?
Can't you see what you're doing to me? Are you THAT blind?
Can't you hear my silent screams of agony?
...but would you stop it, though, if you knew what you were causing?
Or, if you pushed me over the edge, would you dance on my grave, cackling madly?

I just don't know when it comes to you
You think I'm a game
My mind the board
My emotions the pieces
STOP PLAYING WITH THEM!
Perhaps you forgot
That these "pieces" are made of glass
...but again, would you change anything
If you knew what you were doing?