Open your eyes
Can't you see?
It's already too late for you to worry about falling asleep
I can feel the blood dripping from my fingernails and I can't breathe
Maybe it's you
Maybe it's you and not me
Maybe all of those stories they told me were just make believe
Maybe everyone who told me I was worth it just couldn't see me
Still I wait
For what I can't see
Hoping everything will be better in the morning, in spite of me
What if nothing ever changes, and what if I can't go to sleep?