• You stare down at the ground 4,000 feet below you...
    You want to fall but you know you dont have too...
    He calls you up before you Jump...

    Your staring down at the razor...
    Your left hand shaking as your sweating...
    Your love doesnt matter anymore...
    She walks in before you do it...


    after years and years of trying,Your finally tired...
    You kill yourself...because you dont matter...
    As I stand before your grave wondering "What Could've Happened?"