the party's over;

i'll walk myself home,

silent on the stairs,

wake up the next morning,

i'll lie and say i don't care. 

the party's over;

you don't know what goes on

I'm finishing the story,

How can it be true?

I'm nearing the end;

There is no future to see.

It doesn't feel real

But it is—it's all going to be over. 

Months it's been since this world's been right,

Do you know it hurts to leave me here?

Bleeding, scarred, begging for someone to see,

And you won't shed a single tear—

Even though we've been through so much—for me. 

Didn't you know?