I was dead before I jumped,
I was dead before I woke.
I was dead out the door
To enjoy my last smoke.
There I stood on top the building,
Staring at the sky.
Took in a deep breath,
And closed my eyes.
I jumped off the ledge,
I ran from my past.
I was soon to be dead,
On a bed of broken glass.
People crowed in shock
but no one really cared.
People were watching me,
But it was like no one was really there.
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