Should I care?
Should I even care anymore?
I'm already dying,
On the bathroom floor.
The blood that once was rushing,
Through my veins,
Is now spilling,
From my wrists.
Do you realize this isn't a game
Anymore, is it?
This is serious, this is real.
But you're not even curious,
About how I feel.
So, I'm bleeding,
But it's not bothering me.
It's the sorrow inside,
That's killing me.
It's the lack of attention,
And love that I need.
That's making me sick,
That's making me do all of this...
I'm already dying,
On the bathroom floor.
The blood that once was rushing,
Through my veins,
Is now spilling,
From my wrists.
Do you realize this isn't a game
Anymore, is it?
This is serious, this is real.
But you're not even curious,
About how I feel.
So, I'm bleeding,
But it's not bothering me.
It's the sorrow inside,
That's killing me.
It's the lack of attention,
And love that I need.
That's making me sick,
That's making me do all of this...