looking over the edge
the river is high
im about to fall off the ledge
im sick of all the lies

im fed up with all the hate
one more push and ill be there
you say sorry but it’s too late
you seem to not even care

soon my head will be bashed
against the rocks i will fall
my arms and legs will be slashed
i’ll try to scream and your name i’ll call

i’ll drift away
in the water i’ll float
my body will sway
maybe i’ll be crushed by a boat