It's all finished, it's all gone
The ghost of a girl stands alone
On the edge of a highway
Bleeding and wondering if she'll ever make it home
It's all over, it's all done
She stands in the wreckage of what has become
Perhaps the last moments of her life
That the world will ever see

{But who are we
To say that she won't make it?
Maybe she'll be strong enough
To make it out alive
But who is she
To let go of this life?
To take everything that she'd been given
And leave it all behind?}

It's all black, it's all bruised
She doesn't know what else to do
But to stand there and wait
For someone to help her through
It's all faded, it's all torn
All her feelings have been worn
On her sleeves for far too long
And now they've been thrown away

{But who are we
To say that she won't make it?
Maybe she'll be strong enough
To make it out alive
But who is she
To let go of this life?
To take everything that she'd been given
And leave it all behind?}

It's all burning, it's all in flames
The remnants of the games she played
And the things that tied her to this earth
Have all been burned away
It's all quiet, it's all still
And now there is a space to fill
In the shape of a girl who took her life
And crumbled it in her hands.

{But who are we
To say that she won't make it?
Maybe she'll be strong enough
To make it out alive
But who is she
To let go of this life?
To take everything that she'd been given
And leave it all behind?}