You Don’t Know

[DIANA, spoken]
Oh, you know? Really? What exactly do you know?

[DAN, spoken]
I know that you're hurting, alright? I am, too.

[DIANA]
Do you wake up in the morning and need help to lift your head?
Do you read obituaries and feel jealous of the dead?
It's like living on a cliffside, not knowing when you'll dive
Do you know, do you know what it's like to die alive?

When a world that once had colour fades to white and grey and black
When tomorrow terrifies you, but you'll die if you look back

You don't know
I know you don't know
You say that you're hurting
It sure doesn't show
You don't know
It lays me so low
When you say, "Let go"
And I say, "You don't know"

The sensation that you're screaming, but you never make a sound
Or the feeling that you're falling, but you never hit the ground
It just keeps on rushing at you day-by-day-by-day-by-day
You don't know, you don't know what it's like to live that way

Like a refugee, a fugitive forever on the run
If it gets me, it will kill me, but I don't know what I've done