I took an eraser and erased my self today I like better when I think of it that way As if I'm only a name on a page Not a real person, With real feelings, and real consequences when I leave I wonder sometimes What the sunrise looked like The day after I died I wonder what song played on the radio the next day I think about anything Not to manage the pain on your face But I see it now And I see how I shattered you And there's nothing I can do How do I take this back I can't rewrite myself into the story I can't see the sunrise I wonder about I can't listen to the radio with one hand out of the window I can't help you I'm sorry So if you ever think about erasing yourself Please remember you are not just a name in the book on your shelf Your name is written in someone else's story too If you want to take yourself away from the world Please remember your story is bigger than you