Dont Tell Me You Understand What if you saw my arm one day And all those bloody trails? Will you be able to understand why I cut when all else fails? Would you tell me to stop the cutting Because what I do is wrong? Will you try to convince me again That I'm really very strong? Will you tell me otherwise When I say "you won't understand"? Answer me this question Have you sat with a knife in your hand? Have you even contemplated Or thought about suicide? Do you have any fucked up emotions That you always try to hide? Have you ever lost best friends Because of the blade of a fucking knife? Are you stuck in deep depression Always trying to end your life? Do you have the scars I have That decorate your wrist? And if you try to smile Do you smile with a twist? How about all that precious blood That's keeping you alive? Do you shed it every night Making it difficult to survive? Have you ever stayed up late While endless tears you cried? Have you felt that horrible feeling Like part of you just died? Have you ever taken drugs So the time will just pass by? Have you found yourself to think How perfect it'll be to die? Have you attempted suicide so much That you've already lost count? Will even the tears you've ever cried Add up to that amount? If you try to help me out Don't assume you know how I feel The truth is you can't mend my heart And you can't make my cuts heal So just answer all these questions Before you give me any advice Just think it over clearly Think it over twice
