You stand alone in the rain,
  I can still feel your pain...
  
  Empty bottle by my bed,
  Visions of you dancing through
  My head...
  
  Sometimes I think I'd be
  Better off dead.
  
  Empty bottle...
  Empty bed...
  Empty heart...
  
  Better off dead, dead, dead,
  Better off dead.
  
  Better off dead, dead, dead,
  Better off dead.
  
  Sometimes I think I'd be
  Better off dead.
  
  The game of love is
  A high-stakes power-play,
  
  Winner takes all,
  And the loser never fails
  To pay (and pay, and pay)
  
  At what cost?
  Knowing what may be lost.
  
  How much is too much?
  
  That last caress,
  That final touch.
  
  Better off dead, dead, dead,
  Better off dead.
  
  Better off dead, dead, dead,
  Better off dead.
  
  SOMETIMES I THINK I'D BE BETTER OFF DEAD.
  
  
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