Can't you see? Don't you care I want to die? Don't you listen? Can't you hear My silent cry? Won't you turn? Can't you hold Me to your heart? Are you afraid of what might follow Once you start? Would you rather not believe I'm in such pain That all your sense and good advice Must be in vain? Would you rather tell yourself I'll be OK, And all this adolescent angst Will go away? Would I also swim across This lake alone! But if you cannot swim with me, I know I'll drown.