Your Victim

I don't want what you've given me I don't need the depression Long ago I learned this lesson Don't be fooled by false impressions The last time I felt this somebody died It was six days latter I learned and cried The time I felt the silence growing was just like this a time of not knowing I never told myself not to love this hard Knowing all along it could break my heart Three more days and I should know Did you die, were you killed will I ever know