I wait for your call so you can ease my pain
Someone to talk to me and compromise my disdain
I feel sorry for every little cut and every-time I bleed
Because I know it hurts you and you worry for me
With every Little droplet I tell myself to stop it
I'm so sorry and I don't want to hurt myself anymore
I never want you to find me lifeless on the floor
But everyday there's so much pressure
I'm dying inside with every stressor
It's so hard for me to talk out my anxiety
Always trying hard to fit in this society
But you know this, you understand, you see
So baby, please hurry up and call me
