Departures

Which river do we float along?
How lovely is that tiny song?
Her whole life, she feels, is wrong
She feels like she's lived too long
Just for a week, it might not hurt
But it will go back to that after half-term
This is the grace break from the learning
Just a week's not a good thing
In fact, she'd want it longer
In fact, she'd want that forever
But that means no more birthday letters
Oh well, it seems like no one didn't let her
Have these thoughts that are kicked through the door
No one to help her, not even the law
Got betrayed by every force
Oh, you got hurt? Well, here is some more (Oh well)
"Take this with a smile
That's what makes it worthwhile"
This is what all the people say
But it never made her happy any day
So she just sits there
Waiting for the sunlight to disappear
And soon, she won't be here
She's still in thought over the idea
Of spilling that life beer
Would it even matter if she lost all her fears?
Giving herself that permanent rear
Because she sees herself as so mere
Nothing can excuse the fact
That her school life's been so flat
Won't even make it out of the end
Now shut your eyes, make the room black
Though there's still time to go back
And push yourself to the highest, max
But she doesn't see the good in that plan
She doesn't see the good in anything
That comes her way, that leaves her mouth
That goes to her, that keeps her around
That talks to her, that takes her out
Like the wardrobe rope that's hanging about
Everything that's going on (Like her tears)
Can fill entire ponds
I think she'd agree, I think I'm not wrong
I would've been good to tag along (With)
But what I think is not the case
It's what she thinks that's in place
What's in place? Her friends being snakes
What's in place? The Devil's earthquake
But screw those guys
Those people that called themselves this girl's friends
Because in a time of distress
You don't just sit there and observe her mess
Like all of us, she's complicated
And her life is saturated
And it's "oh well", don't be belated
And it's "oh well", you guys are fakers

So we're back, but what has changed?
Her mental state was on the chains
But she's now fixed that
She's permanently dealt with the pain
I mean, it was counter-productive
For her, it had to happen
But didn't you see this occurring?
For the past few weeks, this was the only thing on her mind
And now she's gone
Do I blame her? Well, I don't think she's wrong
She didn't ask to be born
And kids made her hate her years in school (And herself)
I'm not looking for a quick blame
Igniting a quick teen death flame
Didn't even reach that "one eight"
Didn't escape the perceived Hellscape
Whether or not she believed in God
If she did, if she didn't, neither would be wrong
That is the thing
Don't hate first, consider all options
But those kids chose the first option
And left that poor girl with one option
She will go up (In the sky)
Just like in a house, that loft thing

So we're back, but what has changed?
Her mental state was on the chains
But she's now fixed that
She's permanently dealt with the pain
She's permanently dealt with the pain
She's permanently dealt with the pain
She's permanently dealt with the pain
She's permanently dealt with the pain
She's permanently dealt with the pain
She's permanently dealt with the pain
She's permanently dealt with the pain
She's permanently dealt with the pain