It's not your fault.
Because you weren't there.
The night I died inside.
The night I felt unsafe.
When I cried my eyes out.
And my soul disappeared from me.
Right out of my reach my soul raised up.
As I died inside.
That fateful night.
I couldn't breathe.
I could feel my heart beating slower.
I could since that no one was around.
As I died inside.
And then I fell asleep and dreamed of you.
And I died inside more and more.
And when I woke up.
I wasn't better.
I was worse.
I died inside more through the day.
And I felt more unsafe around that house.
With constant fighting.
And screaming from you.
I died inside little by little.
And soon I'll die everywhere.
But right now I'm only dieing inside.
And there's nothing you can do to change that.
As I die inside.