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