i stick my head out the window of speeding cars
to know what it's like to fall without a parachute
to no freedom
no responsibilities
no plan b's
no safe way out
to know it's over
to fall and know the only thing ahead of you
is the ground
I call the shots
I decide when it's over
I fall when I want to fall
I hit the ground when I want it to end
My life
I didn't decide when it started
but it ends when I want it to end
I hold the trigger
where the period goes is all my choice.
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
i stick my head out the window of speeding cars
to know what it's like to fall without a parachute
to no freedom
no responsibilities
no plan b's
no safe way out
to know it's over
to fall and know the only thing ahead of you
is the ground
I call the shots
I decide when it's over
I fall when I want to fall
I hit the ground when I want it to end
My life
I didn't decide when it started
but it ends when I want it to end
I hold the trigger
where the period goes is all my choice.
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