What do you do when the tears run out?
When he pain becomes so much that you can't remember a life without?
What happens when you can't breathe?
Tell me, what do you do?

Do you lie?
Do you smile?
Do you wear long sleeves to hide the damage done?
I'll tell you, I've done all of these things, yet I still have not won.

I'm still here.
I still live in pain.
Never without constant fear that I'll never be the same.

I cannot cry,
I cannot breathe,
I wish again for the shelter of the long sleeve.
I cannot feel,
I cannot speak,
I fear being labeled a freak...

So tell me again, what do you do?
I need something new.
I don't know how long I can go,
Before I lose control...