Drip, Drop, Drip,
I know you hear the pittering on the floor,
You know the sound all too well already,
And you know that she has locked the door,
You know what she is doing,
You know she took that blade or knife,
Adding more marks on her arms and legs,
As she tries to take her own life,
You know that she's depressed,
And that she's drowning herself in tears,
You know that she's emotionally tired,
And has felt like this for years,
You know that she is done with it all,
And you know the waters running,
You know what she is thinking everday,
And you know her heart is gunning,
From where she walks the halls at school,
Or is even just coming home,
You know about the three A.M. breakdowns,
And her constant feeling of being alone,
And I know you've tried to save her,
But you're doing the same thing yourself,
Both of you are drowning under the surface,
But neither of you will ask for help,
You just pretend you don't know about each other,
And pretend like nothings going on,
Never relizing you could save each other,
But I guess that the thought never dawned
