Stories of emptiness Were written on her bloodstained sheets She wanted to fit in Trying to kill the pain But pain took her life away Pushed in an early grave "I think you'd be better off If I wasn't here I'm writing you for the last time Been hurting for years" Said the page stained with tears Loaded up syringe he Decided to take his final breath and No one heard his cry for help "I'm too gone to be saved Don't waste your time on me You'll forget I'm gone before morning" "I think you'd be better off If I wasn't here I'm writing you for the last time Been hurting for years" Said the page stained with tears I just think you're better off "I think you'd be better off If I wasn't here I'm writing you for the last time Been hurting for years" Said the page stained with tears The page stained with tears