| You’ve been hurting in a million ways |
| No one else can see |
| 'Cause no one took 'em serious |
| Till the injuries |
| So you took it out of guts it into yours |
| And threw up the prescription on the bathroom floor |
| You didn’t wanna hurt no more |
| I see you |
| Crying it |
| Screaming through a breathing tube |
| Held again to this place |
| I see you |
| Wondering how you came unclothed |
| Feeling like your whole life’s screwed |
| «Who could love me this way?» |
| It couldn’t cure a single word they said in that panic room |
| When every day all of your darkest thoughts kept on coming through |
| Lying in the ICU |
| You’ve been carving maps into your skin |
| To make the sickness show |
| A kind of suffering that never fit |
| A diagnostic code |
| So you pictured all the faces when they heard the news |
| Thought your body in a bag would be enough to prove |
| That this was real and not some sad excuse |
| I see you |
| Crying it |
| Screaming through a breathing tube |
| Held again to this place |
| I see you |
| Wondering how you came unclothed |
| Feeling like your whole life’s screwed |
| «Who could love me this way?» |
| It couldn’t cure a single word they said in that panic room («Hey kid, |
| are you okay? «) |
| When every day all of your darkest thoughts kept on coming through |
| I see you trying not to cry |
| Just wishing you had not survived |
| But don’t give up, give it a little time |
| Some day you’ll see that you are worth this fight |
| I see you wide awake all night |
| A million, not even one reply |
| But don’t give up 'cause there’s another side |
| And you still have a lot of songs to write |
| I see you |
| Crying it |
| Screaming through a breathing tube |
| Held again to this place |
| I see you |
| Wondering how you came unclothed |
| Feeling like your whole life’s screwed |
| «Who could love me this way?» |
| It couldn’t cure a single word they said in that panic room |
| When every day all of your darkest thoughts kept on coming through |
| Lying in the ICU |