They don't understand, do they?
That all the lies they say
when they tell you everything will be okay
will never be enough to make you stay

They call your name
like nothing has happened
like everything stayed the same
like nothing really ended

All the voices in your head
can make you listen more than to what the people say
but you know how this shall end;
one more cut and then it bled

Is it the light reaching out to you
Or sunshine coming out for you
Another morning,
another suffering

But all you remember was how haunting
the lullaby that sang while you were sleeping