You don't know your evil, disgusting words as you spit them.

You honestly don't think what you're doing is wrong.

You don't cry at the end of the night.

You don't already struggle enough at home.

You don't know what it's like to be in my footsteps.

You don't know how much you kill me insude. 

You don't know what's behind all this smile.

And you for sure didn't know, That even the happpiest and sweetest, Can be the ones that are already planning their suicide.