Her nerves are tangled and she's wading through treacle
Her thoughts are mangled, her brain matter is faecal
Her limbs are made of lead and her digits are rigid
She's sick to her stomach and her skin is frigid
She contemplates the drop and the fall into water
Soon there'll be an end to this endless torture
But then she feels a hand touching her shoulder
It's Jon Bon Jovi but he looks so much older
She steps back from the ledge and towards Jon's embrace
Her body softens, a smile forms on her face
This moment is too surreal for her to ignore, seconds before she stood at death's door
She's says thank you to Jon for crossing her path
This bizarre encounter has made her laugh
The fall to the water is no longer in sight
She looks to the future and it feels strangely bright