The truth lies beneath the window and somedays I don't want to hear it,
I don't want it's dagger to be dragged across my skin.

The pain I just can't take it.
I'm emotionally unstable,
so I cover my ears,
because if I let its words reach me I'll burst into tears.

That if I hear those simple things I'll realize the truth.
I'm not asking to be lied too when I place my hand over your mouth,
trust me I already know what you are going to say.

It's not about living a life of fantasy,
it's that I already know it all and that's why I'm shrinking into a ball in the floor placing a hand over my mouth to cover my screams.

The truth is I just don't want this nightmare to become real to me.
I'm already shaken,
I just don't know if I can take hearing those words from you.

That's why I'm screaming them so you know I don't want to hear lies,
that I really want to hear the truth.
Am I confusing you?

Please I beg you awaken me from this nightmare,
because this can't be the truth,
but in my heart I know it is.

I can't live in this world without you.
Is my friend really a ghost?
That I'll be haunted all of my mortal life with your memory.

My skin is bleeding from the dagger of truth already.
Why did it have to be you?
Why not me?
Please hide this all from me,
but it's too late you see.