I'm runing as fast as i can down the hall
i trip i stumble i hit the ground hard with each fall
i can barely see where i'm going but i know the way well
i've been down it before but i'm not coming back i can tell
i trun the conner sharp i slam the door
i go to the deak my tears start to down pour
i climb over the rail and just hold on for a bit
screaming on the inside i just can't take it
i reflect on my life all the pain and abuse
i just couldn't handle it anymore it's not use
the people they hurt there words so unkind
told me i should die that i wasn't worth the time
looking down at the buzy night street beneth me
i shed a tear and close my eyes so i do not see
i let my grip losen and let my feet slip off the ledge
It won't be long now before i meet my end
free falling to the earth i want to spread my wings and fly
finally i really smiled for the frist time rate before i died
