It’s time...
The moment I finally leap.
What got me here is not what lets me fall…
But I’ll fly just the same.

You call me…
I listen…
And it hurts…
Sometimes you really do.

I watch my skin…
Tare away from my face.
Sliding, slamming, tripping --- down this building.
I wish I didn’t slip…

Maybe the tears made me forget…

If only someone were there to catch me…
I guess I’d break their arms.
But that’s ok…
Maybe it all is.

Yesterday, do you remember that?
That’s when I heard it…
It was the last time I would ever listen.
You said it --- and all things later did not matter.

When I shot you…
When I killed you…
I did not cry.
We are all waste air with our thoughts...

At least I helped.

Life never had to make sense, and maybe it never will.
But I’ve given up… so I’ll never know what’s what.
Just promise me, when I cross onto your side…
That you won’t hate me… because I can’t murder…
...what’s already dead.