If I left today
Would you even notice that I didn't stay?
Or would you go on with your life...
Or would you even know that I was killed by my own knife?

MISSING is the first word you see on the evening news
But you just flip the channel and continue to drink your *****.
You still go to sleep that night.

Everything for you is still alright.
You're okay.
You can wake up to a new day!

But I'm still just a face on the daily news.
Another headline in the papers.
Breathing in all these poisonous vapors.

So maybe tonight I will go missing
And watch you dismissing.
But they will look and look for years.

Until one night I whisper in your ear.
"I'm dead. I'm dead."

Will that finally get it through your head?
Stop looking.

"I'm dead. I bled out. It's all over now."