A girl down the street took herself from us yesterday
thinking the next world would be better than this one
And I thought to myself
We don't need any help
we can destroy US without anyone else lifting a finger

I think about
how the world would be different if she were here
maybe she would've saved the life of another
or saved the lives of many
all with a single poem on an obscure site

But the world's too cruel for that
containing us all in its vicious cycle
Even the best dealt hands mean nothing on such a planet
It's up to us -- we create light in the darkness with every beat of our dimly
                      lit hearts