i’ll tell you i want to die in my sleep
and maybe i’m just looking for a reaction out of you,
maybe it’s working.
because you’ll tell me you don’t know what you’d do without me
and i’m getting the attention i should want,
but hearing you say those things no longer makes me smile
and i can’t bear to hear another lie.
people will compare what you went through to themselves and fault you for not getting through it as well as they did
but maybe it’s okay,
because as least i’m telling someone
just a shame it has to be you.