Do you see the lost of a childhood?
Do you know the unexplainable nightmares?
Do you really know this girl that you talk to?
Do you understand the stars in my eyes are pain?
Do you know the only reasons why I am still alive?
Have would you know?
You're never around.
Do you know of the fact my writing isn't just for fun?
Do you know that every night I try to sleep something I did wrong haunts me?
Do you see my lies showing through this bag of skin and bones?
Do you know me?
Are you sure you really know me?
No you wouldn't,
would you?
Now do you see my point?
I am lost in a world that doesn't understand me,
and when I needed you the most you bailed.
Do you ever bail on anyone else,
no just me.
What did I do to deserve this?
Did I really need to be left to see my lies?
Did I really need a friend to leave me?
Did I really want to be misunderstood?
