I wish
I wasn't
Here
At all
I wish
I'd learned
To stop
The fall
The inevitable
Sinking
Loss
Of hope
All my friends
In the bathroom
Smoking
Coke
The party's over
Please,
Go home
We're all
Much nicer
When we're not
Alone
The kids
I used to
Know
have cut
Their wrists
Their make up
Smearing
On their
Lips;
I cannot
Regret
What you
Have done
The cake's
Been eaten
But the song's
Unsung