A Needle Attached To Your Arm
And A Rhythmic Signal For Your Heart
And I Can Barely Hear You Breathing
You Look So Different And Worn Out
And Sometimes Solace Is So Hard To Find
Either You Leave Or You Get Left Behind
But Sometimes Dead Is Better
And Sometimes It Doesn'T Matter
Cause The Pain And The Grief Are The Same When Hearts Shatter
But Sometimes Dead Is Better
Just A Handful Of Dirt
And A Flower On Your Stone
And Maybe Someday We'Ll Meet Again
But Now It Is Time To Let Go
And Sometimes Solace Can Cut Like A Knife
Either You Leave Or You Get Left Behind