When you see me crying
Why do you turn away
When I feel like dying
Why do you want to play
When I tell you I'm not fine
Why don't you really worry
When you see me in the hall
Why are you always in a hurry
When I tell you why I'm in pain
Why to you is it just a game

last weekend I was getting better
and then I got worse
and this weekend?
well,
what's the point of going
up
when you can so easily keep
going
down.

There's a point when the welfare of others begins to take its toll on you
When the wellbeing of someone is more important than yourself

You have to love yourself enough to stop
You have to love yourself enough to say no
You have to love yourself enough to realize
It was hurting you, and the whole time it wasn't okay
You have to love yourself enough to move on

You constantly push buttons
But when will the bomb detonate?

My undying love for you couldn’t ever be quenched. Not with the salty water of all the seven seas. Nor put out with every tear drop from every drifting cloud above all the four corners of this blue, blue earth.