As i stand up here
watch the cars go flying by
the city is beautiful from here
this is my suicide...
as i stand up here
it feels so right
although i know its wrong
this is my suicide...
as i stand up here
i hear your voice once more
i turn to see you standing there
with tears in your eyes...
you beg me not to do this
you say theres got to be a way
you say i shouldn't take my life
and that i should be strong...
i begin to break down
i collapse onto the ground
you hold me tight and comfort me
you say there is a way...
as i lie here
with questions in my eyes
you say that i am strong
and you know i can walk away
you help my stand up tall
as i fight back all my tears...
as i stand up here
i take one more look
and then i turn away
for this is not my day, this is not my suicide...
