A Needle Attached To Your Arm And A Rhythmic Signal For Your Heart And I Can Barely Hear You Breathing You Look So Different And Worn Out And Sometimes Solace Is So Hard To Find Either You Leave Or You Get Left Behind But Sometimes Dead Is Better And Sometimes It Doesn'T Matter Cause The Pain And The Grief Are The Same When Hearts Shatter But Sometimes Dead Is Better Just A Handful Of Dirt And A Flower On Your Stone And Maybe Someday We'Ll Meet Again But Now It Is Time To Let Go And Sometimes Solace Can Cut Like A Knife Either You Leave Or You Get Left Behind