

Does she know I'm still here?
Does she know that I still care?
Does she know that I'm there?
Does she even bare?
I'm ready to runaway
I'm ready for her to say
I'm out in the cold
It keeps growing and growing.
Does she know that I'm dying?
Does she know that I'm not lying?
Does she know I'm still here?
Does she know I still care?
Does she that I'm there?
Does she even bare?
I'm in the dark crying
I'm done trying
I don't know what to say
I'm only thinking is running away
The pain is still growing and growing.
Does she know I'm dead?
These are the questions going through my head.


