I know people care
that's not the problem you'll see,
It's just people care but don't share
there feelings for me

Or maybe people haven't noticed,
maybe people haven't seen,
maybe people just turned a shoulder,
at all the marks carved into me

I wished someone would realize
and come and save me.
But I know it doesn't work like that,
Once people notice they usually flee.

When I'm standing here all alone,
after I've beaten myself to the bone,
Id just like someone to say
"I love you, I want you to stay"

But there's no one here for me on my last fateful day