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I jump from the rooftop,
I fall toward the ground,
You’re all I can think of,
Your voice, the only sound

The wind rushes past,
My heart begins to beat,
I hope I’m ready for the impact,
As I plummet toward the street

I won't feel any pain,
Don’t worry about me,
It will happen very quickly
But this is something you shouldn’t see

I think I’m ready die,
I think I’m ready to go,
I think I’ll miss you,
But we’ll never know

This is it,
This is the end,
Don’t look back,
Cause I won’t mend