I'm sick and I'm crying and inside I'm dying Do you care? Do you see? Do you understand my desperate need to know what happened, to understand your betrayal? Or am I just another face to see another person to talk to something to break and tear and hurt? I'm sick and I'm crying and inside I'm dying from old wounds that I thought I'd healed. Wounds that I thought had gone away with time gone away with what I thought had been your healing, trusting loving love. Wounds that long have festered and killed. Wounds that burn into my very soul. I'm sick and I'm crying and inside I'm dying A slow death by your cold damnation. Do you care? Do you even see the hell your betrayal is forcing me to go through? Pushing you away from me Telling myself I don't care.