(Things in parenthesis are my notes go ahead and play the song with it if you want to.)

Just an average girl, she always wore a smile. She was cheerful and happy for a short while. But now she older and things are growing colder, lifes not what she thought she wish someone had told her. She told you she was down, you let it slip by so from then on she kept it on the inside. She told herself she was alright but she was telling white lies, cant you tell? look at her cold eyes. Tried to keep herself crying almost every night she knew there was no chance at feeling alright.
Summer came by and all she knew was long seen cuz those cuts on her wrist were bleeding through you see. She knew she was depressed, didnt want to admit it. Didnt think she did it everyone seemed to miss it. She carried on like a soldier with a battle wound, bleeding out from every cut her body consumed. She had no friends at school, all alone she sat, and if anyone were to notice she would blame the cat. But those cuts on her wrists they were no mistake, but no one cared enough to save her from this self hate.
Things were going down, never really up, and there she is now stuck in this stupid rut. She knew exactly what she had to do next, she stood on the chair and tied the rope around her neck. She wrote a letter with her hand shaking wild, look at me now are you proud of your precious child?! She knew her parents werent the ones to blame, its the world that should bow down its head in shame. She stood up on the chair and looked at the moon, just think it will all be over soon. The chair fell down as she took her final breath, its all over, all gone, now shes greeting death. Her mom walks in and she fell down to the floor. And now nothing can take back what she just saw. The little girl that she raised is just hanging there. Her body's pale and her face is violently bare.
She sees the note and unfolds it with care. All she does is stare, how could this be fair? She starts reading as the tears fall down her face 'Sorry Mom this world is just not my place, ive tried for so long to fix this and fit in, but Ive come to realized this world is full of sin. Theres nothing for me here, im just a waste of space. Ive got no reason to stay here with this awful race. Its a discrace i was misplaced, born in the wrong time and the wrong place. Its ok though, cuz you'll see me soon you'll know when your time has comes just look at the moon. As it shines bright throughout the night, and remember everyone is facing their own fight. But i cant stay with the pain im not a fighter. You'll make it through the night, just hug your pillow tighter. You let the world know that I died in vain. Cuz the world around me is the one to blame. And I know In know in a year you'll forget im gone, cuz im not really something to be dwelled on. Its what they used to tell me, all those kids at school. So im going by the law, majority rules. My presence on this world isnt needed any longer and if anything i hope this makes you stronger. Your the best friend that I ever had, such a shame that I had to make you so very sad. Just remember that you meant everything to me and to my heart you (and a few others) were the only one(s) that held the key. Now its time to go im running out of space to write and yes I lost my fight but please just hold on tight. Im watching you from the clouds above and sending down the purest and whitest doves. To watch over you and be my helpful eyes. This is it world. Goodbye.'