I wish I had someone who could’ve told me things would all work out

Even if the feeling of being trapped never went away

I could have done with some advice, instead of ignoring me

Am I even glad that I stayed?

Should I have just gone when it would have been easy

Family troubles overshadowed anything pretty

Hardly spoke a word to anyone, no real meaningful connections

Why did I have to go and make someone need me

How can I go when I’m needed

Even if I don’t want to be

And how can I die in a hurry

When I’d be stopping someone else’s heart with my own

Would it have been true if I were told things were okay

Or would I just be living in naiveté

Maybe nothing was ever really okay

Or maybe I didn’t deserve any support

I should have gone when it would have been easy

When I didn’t really matter to anyone, anyway

Why did I decide to start speaking

Why does someone have to need me now