you don’t know the price i’ve paid
to stand here before you
head raised high and proud

you don’t know the things i’ve done
to outlive the terrors
to survive the death in my mind
of my mind

all you see is a failure
of your dreams
your hopes

but i’m barely holding
on to my own life

why should i care
for yours?

you haven’t paid the price i have
you haven’t done the things i have
you haven’t killed your hopes
for a chance at a life

you couldn’t understand
(wouldn’t understand)
all
these
thoughts

telling me to mark my arms again
telling me i’m worthless again

why?
i still don’t know
(i wish i knew)