,

If this is how they'll feel
then maybe i'll stop talking about dying
maybe I'll stop letting my shaking hand
cut through my skin; my flesh

If this is how they'll feel
then maybe my lips will start smiling
maybe i would no longer think that the world is bland
and save my family, myself; wont let them have less

But if

If you ever feel like what I feel
just a tiny bit
or maybe all at once
You'll understand, honey
Escaping is the only thing in your head
Not on how they feel
Just
You
Yourself

That's why I didn't stop you
with all those lies about the world
Or maybe truth
Because you wont care
not at all