No one cares, yeah you just sat there and listened to a lot of what I had to say but I don't know. Nothing is ever genuine. Not anymore. The shoulders I have to carry everything on are weakening, all I need is time to be rebuilding. I am weathered, I need to see your face, need so much to want to live I feel like a disgrace. Is that wrong to want to have incentive to live? But I already feel dead, I am dead. And I've wriggled out of my snake skin feeling raw within and naked without I don't know how to change you pretend your not there I don't know how to love you I can't love you right, so teach me need me someone just need me? I let your world fall on me I'll take the heaviness pridefully if I can make you live then I'll be living... sometimes I have to bleed to know I'm alive.