Burnt.

I taste this sting like a sharp blade.
I watch my tongue, your eyes, they graze.
I am being watched, without a thought.
You are sensing something, am I nothing?

If I said what I mean, would I be seen?
If you know what I know, would you go?
If I kept quiet, would you fight it?
If I make a sound, would I be found?

Someone else knows what's happening.
And you have nowhere else to turn.
These living rooms are no longer laughing,
I hope one day you'll learn.

If you leave and don't know,
Then I have failed as a child.
I am not your baby,
You'll never be ready.