He doesn't understand,
How i'm lacking sleep and that I am becoming weak.
No, he doesn't understand.
He doesn't see,
The honor I have earned through what I've learned.
No, he doesn't see.
He doesn't know,
That every night I want to pick up the knife.
No, he doesn't know.
He doesn't try,
To calm down my stress that makes me depressed.
No, he doesn't try.
He doesn't show,
That he really cares or that he's really there.
No, he doesn't show.
He doesn't listen,
When I beg for help just to redeem myself.
No, he doesn't listen.
He doesn't care,
Even when he cries and I sympathize,
or when he falls and I answer his calls,
or when he's scared and I'm always there,
even when I hurt inside,
or when tears are in my eyes.
No, he doesn't care.
