Song: Guns For Hands by twenty øne pilots
Last night, she wrote letters,
'Just in case',
For those she loved,
Last night,
She fully anticipated her death,
At the age of fifteen,
Last night,
She she's no tears,
As her hand glided across the paper,
Last night,
She had no regrets,
As she swallowed what would hopefully kill her,
Last night,
She wrote 'I love you',
For what she expected to be the last time,
Last night,
She thought she had ended her pain,
But woke up unscathed,
