She stands on the building,
with a gun in her hand,
her clothes covered in blood,
no one will ever understand.
the dead girl in the back,
lay jaggered and torn,
the blood ran through,
the clothes she had worn.
The night held with tears, blood and sweat,
not everyone shows the signs of regret.
the voices in her head,
more powerful than the words she said,
blurred and reasoning,
like the tears she shed,
let the pain show,
put the bullet through her head.
rip out her heart,
tear out her life,
steal her every breath,
with the sharp knife.
let the blood trickle down,
to the tiles on the floor,
after you have finished,
walk straight out of the door.
she did what the voices said,
she did it very well,
everything was going right,
until at the top of the building, she fell
