If I smile for you, will you wake?
If I cry for you, will you tell me this is all a mistake?
If I stop you, will you hold my hand?
Suicide is the plan
I sit here dreaming of what could have been
What will you say to me?
Is this all a dream?
Will you ever know what you mean to me?
If you look for this idea,
You will forever find it clear
As looking into a mirror
You will find the terror
Not what you see
but that which you believe