You don't know me.
You don't know anything about me.
You don't understand me.
You never look past the face to the girl hidden underneath.
You don't care about me.
You don't realize what you're doing to me.
You don't want to see.
You don't want to care.
You don't want to see what's hidden there.
You can't see inside.
You don't know how I feel.
If I died today, would you know why?
Would you cry?
Would you care?
Would you see what hurts?
If you had a second chance, would you do it again?
Would you listen to me?
Would you try to see?
You don't know me.
I don't know you.
You are too far gone.
I'm in too deep.
I'm afraid.
I want it to stop.
Is the only way out the longest way out?
Is it a shortcut?
Is the only way out forever?
Can I stop it?
Before it happens?
Before I do something I'll regret?
Will you notice?
Will you try to stop me?
