[Intro]
[Verse]
“If only depression left a rash,
Or some kind of obvious tell,”
They mutter as another walks by
While they burn in their own hell.
“If only self-hate left a scar,
Maybe they’d spare me the scorn.”
And still no one stops to ask
Why they wish they’d never been born.
[Chorus]
Now silence fills a dark lonely street;
A tortured soul is barely hanging on.
But no one asks and no one cares
To find where it all went wrong.
[Verse]
“If only grief marred my skin
And someone saw the sore,”
They whisper as they sit alone
And start drinking just a little more.
But then one drink becomes two
And two soon becomes three,
Until they’re drowning in that bottle -
A silent plea that no one sees.
[Chorus]
Now sirens fill a dark lonely street;
A tortured soul is barely hanging on.
But no one asked and no one cared
To find where it all went wrong.
[Post-Chorus]
It all went wrong!
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse, softly]
Then one night, they’ve had enough,
And they reach in that drawer by the bed.
No one listened, and no one came;
“So perhaps,” they think, “I’m better off dead.”
[Bridge]
So they close their eyes and pull the trigger,
And across the pillow their life’s blood runs…
And only then do people stop and say,
“If only there was something I could’ve done.”
[Final Chorus, quietly]
Now sirens fill a dark, lonely street,
A tortured soul is now dead and gone;
Their body cools as their story ends
And the uncaring world moves swiftly on.
[Post-Chorus]
The uncaring world moves swiftly on.
[Outro]