Please, please forgive me, But I won't be home again. Maybe someday you'll look up, And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one: "Isn't something missing?"
You won't cry for my absence, I know - You forgot me long ago. Am I that unimportant...? Am I so insignificant...? Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me?
Even though I'm the sacrifice, You won't try for me, not now. Though I'd die to know you love me, I'm all alone. Isn't someone missing me?
Discomfort, endlessly has pulled Itself upon me distracting, reacting Against my will I stand beside my own reflection It's haunting how I can't seem
To find myself again My walls are closing in (Without a sense of confidence) (I'm convinced that there's) (Just too much pressure to take) I've felt this way before so insecure
Please, please forgive me, But I won't be home again. I know what you do to yourself, I breathe deep and cry out, "Isn't something missing? Isn't someone missing me?"
Even though I'm the sacrifice... Crawling in my skin These wounds they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing what is real
Crawling in my skin These wounds they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing, confusing what is real.