On the Edge

I'm on the edge about to fall, choking back tears about to bawl.
Remembering about all the times we were together, I just want to fall and float like a feather.
I have burned in my memory the last thing you said, "It's over! We're through. I wish you were dead!"
Well I guess now you'll get your wish, there's no turning back from this.
Because the last thing you said, gave me the courage to jump from the ledge.