I can see you falling and falling and falling,
wind rushing past you,
speeding faster and faster.
But what I can't see is what lies at the end,
perhaps because it is still too far away,
perhaps because it is too dark,
perhaps because why lies at the end is so obvious that it's blinded me.

You're not the only one.
No there are others.
All hurling yourselves downward.
Each one passing by for a second.
I wonder if any have arrived at the end.
Were they please with themselves?
Did they realize their mistakes?
Or did they hit the end so fast that they didn't have time to notice?

But why you?
You couldn't have possibly seen this coming.
You couldn't have thought that you did anything to deserve this.
All I want is to break the abyss apart until all it can do is crumble.
I want to save you.
I want to save all of you.

It hurts to think about.
Maybe I'll just play guitar instead.
Play and sing and sing and play until...
until my voice is hoarse and my strings are rusted
until my throat is killing me and my guitar starts to splinter
until I can drown out that fact that I can only catch you if you want me to...

I've never been so angry at the world.
I've never been so infuriated with the truth.
I've never despised this world this much.
Why is there so much hate?