Do you really know me at all, my love?
I ask myself that everyday
Do you know of the pain and the sorrow, my love
that haunts me at night, while you sleep?
You lay there, my sweet, in comfort and peace
while I cry out softly and demand to be saved...
you're right next to me, yet so far away
you can't hear me calling you
I can't help wondering why...
Delusions of suicide dance madly in my mind
reality can really feel as though death is your only true companion...
Am I too lonely to stay with you my love, my life, my heart?
Can you hear my cries of torment at night,
and keep the demons at bay?