Why am I dead? What makes you so important? Perhaps I’ll never know But still I wish to follow you Wherever you may go And I may not be close to you But I’m never far away You’re always in my thoughts When I have no words to say And if you ever leave I know I’ll be so lost I see the price I’ll pay And can’t afford the cost The debt would be so high I’d pay it with my life It may not be worth much But it would have to suffice Do you know how much it hurts When you won’t even hit me? I guess I’m just not worth your time Worth your touch… Silence is vital But I can never keep it up So eager to talk to you Each word is another cut Another notch in the blade That is held at my throat The duller the knife The more time for a note But I haven’t much to say I write down three words The one’s I couldn’t create With my now severed vocal chords Now I fall asleep For once I have no dreams Just read the words “I love you” And realize what it means So I find a way to leave you A way to forget the pain If you never hit me Then why am I bleeding? If you never hit me Then why am I dead?