They are all unaware of me
And what's going through my mind
They don't see how scared I am
But it doesn't mean their blind
I'm just good at hiding how I feel
And to tell the truth they just don't care
You can be in a room full of people sometimes
And you might as well not be there
No one knows what I go through because I hide it
I'm an expert I've done it all my life
Like making excuses to get out of situations
And covering my arm to hide the marks of the knife
No one knows and that's the way I like it
Who care's if I'm in fear all the time?
Why would anyone give a ....?
It's not their life... It's mine.