She's through with all the lies her family tells her. She's
through with her life who needs it anyways? She's through
with his silly excuses she knows he isn't coming back. She's
through with her no good friends she knows they don't care
about her. She's through, she wants out. She wants to go
somewhere no one will shout. She's on the edge, and she's
about ready to fall down into a cold, dark abyss. She thinks
to herself one night, that she'll show them all. She writes
her last letter, and in a blink of a eye she's gone. Her
body lies on the floor, not the body of a tortured girl, but
a body of a free spirit.