How did I get to this point in my life?
About to give up, because of this strife.
How did I get here about to do this?
Was there something in my life that I missed?
Wind in my hair, toes at the edge.
I look down past this ledge.
With one little nudge I'll be free.
It will only take a second for my life to flee.
Here I go, about to do it.
To just give up, to just ***** it.
I start to lean, I start to fall.
I can almost hear my death call.
It ****** that my life had to be this ******,
But in the end I was happy.