I sat there in the corner, crying all night long
not saying anything when people ask "whats wrong"
my eyeliner is running my eye shadows at a smear
i thought again about it and drew another tear
i started thinking to myself "should i cut my wr1st?"
"am i in so much pain that i want to not exist?"
they are always asking, "hey are you OK?"
they never understand what i truly want them to say
i look up for a second and hes walking over to me
i hid my tears before he got there so he wouldn't have to see
my head buried in my knees, i cry like theres no end
i look right next to me, and notice my best friend
he looks right back at me, and he sees all the tears
he looks into my eyes and sees them filled with fear
he pulls me in closer and hugs me to his heart
and i feel so much better when we are not apart
earlier i figured that, no one heard my voice
that people asked "whats wrong?" as if they didn't have a choice
that the pain that i was going through the pain that i could feel
that because i didn't say it, it couldn't have been real
but he understands what I'm feeling, without me using any words
he proved to me you don't have to talk, if you want to be heard
