You can ask yourself this why am I on the stairs,
You can ask yourself why in my hand is a can,
You can ask yourself why I'm down again.
There's been so many times when I have had failed attempts to fly,
And when I have let those tears drop from my memory,
Not a real life in time to cry.
You can lunge for me before I let the blade go,
But maybe it's too hard for you right now,
Because I'm really down,down, down below.
What I've gotten myself into is none of concern,
Please stop, stop stop, stop!
Because I'm not going to return.
Take that memory throw it in the photo album look through the lense,
So close yet so far,
I'm down again. |
