you might see the knife in my stomach but you don't know how it feels you want to pull it out cause you're scared cause you don't know better and it's all too real but that's the exact issue you don't know how to deal you don't know what i've been through just want me miraculously healed
you'd watch me bleed out after your lack of thinking and leave me for dead in your hurry of fleeing the scene of judgment it's just me bleeding cause you don't know anything at all yet you stick to preaching
how are you scared of the consequences you set in motion how hypocritical is it to cry as you accuse me of over-emotion