I don't know why you can't see,nThat this complete misery is self-inflictednAll we can hope is someday you'll come to your senses - reconstruct thisnThere are others in your midst,nWho understand but need you first to be therennI'm tired of this observation,nAnd sick of this conversation,nIt's never endingnThis has to come to a stop for everyone's sakenIt's not too latenIt's not too latennThrough my eyes - seeing.nThrough my lungs - breathing.nThrough my heart - beating.nThrough your life, I know that you'll be therennSomeday I will stand,nOn the brink of emptiness,nBut I won't look awaynBecause I know that you'll be there