Imagine falling from a rooftop,
You slip into your death, can anyone be there to put this to a stop.
If this is your fate, what did you do?
Things come back to bite at you.
Savagely you fall to the ground.
What can you do to turn things around?
Maybe, you should of thought things over before, taking this to your doom.
Maybe, things would of ended differently if you would of just stayed in your room.
They said that things happen for a reason, what did you do to deserve this?
Is there something that I have missed?
Falling from the roof top to your death,
Saying your last words under your last breath.
what have I missed in this spiteful mess,
Tell me your last words, you must confess.
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