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I saw the pretty sights below, The pretty people, oh what a show. I saw all the cars driving, down the two way, busy road. I saw the edge of the building get nearer, and the goals in my mind became even clearer. The tips of my toes over the edge of that ****** city ledge I turned around And squeezed my eyes tight wanting my last thoughts to be of the city lights. I heard the whistling as i fall backwards From that drop, from that high sky City roof top My mind started reminding me of things that mattered A little too late as I hit the sidewalk with a splatter
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Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
One last step
I saw the pretty sights below, The pretty people, oh what a show. I saw all the cars driving, down the two way, busy road. I saw the edge of the building get nearer, and the goals in my mind became even clearer. The tips of my toes over the edge of that ****** city ledge I turned around And squeezed my eyes tight wanting my last thoughts to be of the city lights. I heard the whistling as i fall backwards From that drop, from that high sky City roof top My mind started reminding me of things that mattered A little too late as I hit the sidewalk with a splatter
I fell from that roof long ago, but instead of falling to my death, that was when i lost my head. In all reality, physically im fine, its just those inner thoughts that are too intertwined.
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Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
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