I'm not convinced there's a way to save me because you've torn me apart

My world's become separate from the threads which tied me to an existence. Holding back my fear, alone I go. I'm starting to like the way it feels. What if I told you everything? All of the lies...

..which kept me tied together? I need to speak to make it real. If we stay quiet, we leave something unnamed. I don't want your pity or your sympathy

Just remember how I need to go through this. So what if I asked you for help? I doubt you would even hear me. I doubt you would even see me

What if I asked you to save me? Got down on my knees and begged?

Will you wait with me as I waste away?