I am alone, bleeding in a dark room
As the moonlight floods in, it reveals my wounds
And I sing, ever so soft
Of the moon and the stars and the sun.
These wonderful things that left me
When I turned my back on the world
Rather, it turned on me
Wouldn't accept me for who I was.
The world wants beautiful dumb blondes
Who flirt and smile and sing
The world wants handsome tanned boys
Who surf the night away.
The world didn't want me
Because I didn't want to be these things.
Because I dared to be myself
To not follow the crowd
And have unique, individual thoughts.
To dress the way I thought looked good
To speak my mind about things.
I'm sorry, world, would you rather
Me turn my back on everything?
I'm sorry I can't smile and be happy like you
I'm sorry I look at the world this way
I'm sorry I'm unique
But this is the way I am
And it'll always be this way.
I stand calmly on the side of the skyscraper.
And I look down at the people gathered below.
They're so tiny. Like ants.
Soon I'll be down here, just as tiny as they appear to be.
Should I jump?
No, not yet.
I have some more thinking to do.
My mind is clear. Nothing is clouding my sight.
Like looking through a new pair of glasses.
Everything is so much clearer now.
I think I see my parents down there.
Yeah, I'd recognize them anywhere.
I wonder what they're thinking?
Maybe they're crying...
Should I jump?
No, not yet.
I still have more thinking to do.
I hope my parents don't blame themselves for this.
They were great parents. Wonderful, really.
They're not the reason I'm doing this.
It's because of the way everyone else treated me.
Like I was... different, somehow.
Like I wasn't strong enough for them.
Like I was weak.
So, I'm going to do the one thing that none of them have the guts to do.
I'm going to jump.
None of them could step off this ledge. Scaredy-cats.
So, this it. I'll prove I'm strong.
Should I jump?
Yeah. I'm done thinking.
And so, I step off the ledge.
My body falls fast, approaching the ground.
But I'm not scared.
Because, in a few seconds, I'll be free...
A watery reflection on tinted glass
A broken heart, smashed
Undried tears run into tiny rivers
Everything is broken
I can't see anything
Tired hands pick up the pieces
With nothing to hold it together
My world has fallen apart
Like a reflection on a broken mirror
Memories cover everything
How am I supposed to see?
Everything is so fake now
Everyone is wearing fake smiling faces
Like it's not cool to have real emotions anymore
Everybody's faking it
I'm not taking this
Everyone's blind, they can't see
Themselves being bound right into their trap
Nobody's paying attention
Because who really cares
They'd watch you die with a smirk on their face
They don't care
Nobody cares
They build themselves up on bloody corpses
Tainted red with blood and trash
An fake angel to innocent eyes
A bittersweet voice to tell you lies
This devil with taped-on wings
He's fooling everyone
But he can't fool me
I see through your stupid lies
I see the evil in those blue eyes
Your painted-on smile
Your broken teeth
You're just another fake
That nobody sees.
This is the end
As a fall, the sky seems so far away
Soon I'll be up there
As soon as my body hits the ground
It'll be all over...
Tears stream down my face
Why'd it have to end this way?
Isn't good supposed to triumph?
Or have I got it all confused...?
Maybe I'm the bad guy
Maybe I was wrong
I guess that's too bad
It's just too late to change...
It's so stupid now that I think about it
Why couldn't I see what I was doing
To all those innocent people
I know that I can't bring them back
But I hope they forgive me
Maybe in a different life
I can make everything all right
Until then, I suppose it's...
...goodbye.
The wind rustled her long black hair
As she sang into the night
Her eyes were red with tears
As the ocean sang along
There was nothing left for her
Nothing to live for
So why, she asked herself,
Why does she hesitate?
Up here, the ocean seemed so inviting,
Ready to catch her, hold her,
To drive the fears away.
She closed her eyes, and in slow motion,
She jumped off the cliff.
The ocean spun towards her
The wind whipped the tears off her face
And for once...
She smiled.
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