You Don't Know

DIANA
Do you wake up in the morning 

and need help to lift your head?
Do you read obituaries 

and feel jealous of the dead?
It's like living on a cliffside 

not knowing when you'll dive.
Do you know, do you know 

what it's like to die alive?
When the world that once had color

fades to white and gray and black.

When tomorrow terrifies you,

but you'll die if you look back.

 

You don't know.
I know you don't know.
You say that you're hurting, 

it sure doesn't show.
You don't know.
It lays me so low.

When you say let go

but I say you don't know.

The sensation that you're screaming, 

but you never make a sound.
Or the feeling that you're falling, 

but you never hit the ground.
It just keeps on rushing at you 

day by day by day by day.
You don't know, you don't know 

what it's like to live that way.
Like a refugee, a fugitive, forever on the run.
If it gets me it will kill me, 

but I don't know what I've done.