She doesn't understand
What she can't see.
She doesn't know
What goes on
Inside of me.
She didn't see
The tears I cried.
She doesn't see
The flashbacks I hide.
She didn't hear
The words that flew
Between me and you.
She didn't feel
The pain I feel.
She didn't see
That look in your eye.
She isn't the one
Who asks herself why.
She is the one
That made me cry,
Made me relive
It over again.
Made the scene flash,
Caused it all to come back,
But she can't see
What's going on,
Inside of me.