Falling
Today is your judgment day, your time to die.You fell from that building like a bird from the sky.
Every tear drop filled with more pain.
You're done with life, you've got nothing left to gain.
Thoughts of love rushing through your head, but nobody loved you; they all want you dead.
Time to grant thier wishes.
It's time to die, you know its true and you begin to cry.
It's almost over, you can see the ground.
You're almost to heaven, safe and sound.
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