THEY DON’T KNOW ME
THEY DON’T KNOW THE PAIN
THE DIFFERENT LEVELS I’VE ENDURED ARE INGRAINED IN MY FRAME
THEY DON’T KNOW
HOW I LAY ON MY BACK CRYING
WHILE DYING INSIDE
TRYING TO ESCAPE LESS I GO INSANE
THEY DON’T KNOW
SITTING WITH THERE PRETTY LIVES
ALL PRETTY AND NEAT
THEY DON’T KNOW
WASN’T SURE IF I WOULD MAKE TOMORROW
LIVING IN DREAD FOR THE FUTURE
IF YOU UNSTITCH THESE WOUNDS
I MIGHT NEVER RECOVER
SO I COVER IT UP EVERYDAY
PRETENDING I HAVE A PRETTY LIFE NOW
ALL PRETTY AND NEAT
NOT THIS MESS UNDERNEATH