Will you still love me when i come back to haunt you Will you text me back when you watch my body fall Will you draw hearts in my yearbook memorial Do you still believe in god Jump from the highway into the street Note on my door that I'm never coming home I am not the part of me that lives past eighteen I was never meant to make it out alone Young and helpless Starved and selfish Scarred and self ashamed Blood on my skin Let the rain in Wash it down the drain