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Teenage Suicide, apparently. Got the information from songmeanings, but can't post the URL for reasons of bad language.

it's about being in depression and getting throught it.  MArk wrote in while on tour and he was depressed

Sure sounds to me like it's simply a suicide note.  "Please tell mom it's not her fault"  is pretty telling evidence, but maybe it's just about depression, dunno.

Well, what can we glean from the lyrics?

I never thought I'd die alone
I laughed the loudest who'd have known?
I traced the cord back to the wall
No wonder it was never plugged in at all
I took my time, I hurried up
The choice was mine I didn't think enough
I'm too depressed to go on
You'll be sorry when I'm gone

This person (gender inspecific for now) has now died. Time written, before death. What's this person achieved? Loud laughter, and happiness before the pain of death, that pain which he can't feel, and yet, knows they have experienced. I guess you don't want to know about a time of death, so the contradictory statement in "I... ..hurried up" is saying that when dying, they are losing all track of time, as if it doesn't matter what time they themselves die as they won't be able to calculate this time in the future. Nobody is going to know about it, which is why there is sorrow, anguish, pain, whatever word you wish to use in the context - which emphasizes what is said in the beginning of the stanza. Is this laughter the laughter of dying, unlike so many others, in peace - at peace with self, and knowing that they've made a difference - or is it an admittance of loneliness - this sorrow has made them entrapped of themselves?

The cord? Is this the final cord to pull of silent death, or is it, again, an admittance to the world that their "cord" - their final connection with this person - has been cut loose?

I never conquered, rarely came
16 just held such better days
Days when I still felt alive
We couldn't wait to get outside
The world was wide, too late to try
The tour was over, We'd survived
I couldnt wait til I got home
To pass the time in my room alone

This compounds the theory of teenage suicide - the 16 painful, sticky years past, nothing achieved, real nihilism in person, a real comparison to those days when carefree times were all that mattered, when the world was due for another long visit, and this world was, again, ready for this on-lay of anguish and pain suffered by one so young and impressionable. Maybe this isn't the right option, after all, the survival would be a much better life - were it not, again, for the personal suffering that they are going through. The other option? To accept and live through pain. Easy way out? Possibly, but this person is still so young and is shaped by the world around. A turnaround unimminent, he decides that this is the better option. Whatever time he has left, he is spending lonely, and in order to shock, must stay secret.

I never thought I'd die alone
Another six months I'll be unknown
Give all my things to my friends
You'll never set foot in my room again
You'll close it off, board it up
Remember the time I spilled the cup
Of apple juice in the hall
Please tell mom this is not her fault

What does this tell me? Being alone for a while shades your view on these things. Nobody to turn you around, put you down, or to change you in any single way. Just the memories that others have of you when you are gone. When someone else isn't there, isn't that all you can think about, even if only for a while, before you get on with your job that you feel you have to get done today? Memories, personal items, and love for everyone. If something happens to you, isn't the natural instinct to tell people? Either for awareness' sake or for simply the sympathy that comes with a shocking revelation. Of course, it can work the other way too, but not in a lonely world, where all to tell are your friends.

I never conquered, rarely came
Tomorrow just holds such better days
Days when I can still felt alive
When I cant wait to get outside
The world is wide, the time goes by
The tour is over, Ive survived
I can't wait 'til I get home
To pass the time in my room alone

The repetition of this verse (with the addition of the word tomorrow, in place of 16 years) merely states the importance of the fact that this person shall be going. If not now, then sooner. They regret it, true, but really, when you can't find closure enough with the world to forgive all their problems onto you, why bother? It's more a sense of doing what you can, when you can, living life to the full, and if not, if suicide is really an option, don't take it. Stand your ground, don't back down, there's something out there for us all.

Tomorrow, being such a shorter length of time than the sixteen years (I am thinking of it as the amount of time that I have lived) that this person has existed, is all a bit of a rush in which to write a letter, decide on ones course, and never to contact anyone ever again. This is the final point of contact that this person shall ever have, and he shall make the most of it. He puts it down to depression - certainly unposeuresque, this song is more of a depression song than an epistilic punchbag.

This, all part of the aforementioned suicide letter (the room being a metaphor for a resting place at which most feel together with themselves), the sorrow at parting, and the closure of forgiveness.

Okay, finally, I'm done. The only thing that I can't glean from this, is whose fault it is.