AvM - Thinking You Dead
They never thought he'd be much, he never thought they'd be right
He's holding the railing and there's no need to squeez tight
Cause soon he'll let go and it will be intentional
Bacause the beauty is fake and the truth is incomprehensible
It's hard to understand if you haven't been down
I don't mean down like "down" I mean down like Really Down
But this man has reached the bottom, the bottom of his bottle
And all because he thought the love of his life had forgot him
He misses her, but he's to caught up in what he's going to do
To realize that she's at home, crying and missing him to
A few hours ago, he was just depressed
So he got up from his bed, grabed his wallet and got dressed
He headed for the adress, the place to go
When your emotions overflow and you loose control
The bar on fifth and hell, it's not like you can't tell
That with an enormus understatenent he is not feeling well
He's the only one in the bar, looking like a fallen star
The other people aren't there because they have it to hard
They're there to drink with friends, behind the picket fence
He takes a close look cause he'll never see them again
Tequila, Vodka, Whiskey, you name it he'll drink it
He's neve been the type that acts slow and thinks quick
He takes some shots without blinking he doesn't stop when he's drinking
With every moment that passes his numbers of options are shrinking
He keeps on thinking, there's only one option left
He drinks his last Jin and heads towards his last sunset
He's going to do what he thinks only a man can do
He's going to jump of the building he works in on Avenue
The rooftop is cold, but then again so is he
It's pitch black up here, wihch makes it very hard to see
But the ledge has lights, and after way to many fights
With himself, he decides to take courage and take flight
He runs towards the ledge, now he's to close to stop
He's going of that ledge, safety ropes or not
He moves in slow-motion towards the cold ocean
With a great deal of angst expressed with no emtion
Now he's headed up to god, for some chit-chat
He regrets his decision, only seconds from impact
He hits the cold ground with a terrifying sound
Dreams aren't as beutiufull when they're smashed to
the ground
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