There was a lady up on the roof dressed in a bloody old suit
i told her Its ok that i will help her get away
but she didn't want to feel any more pain
instead she wanted to fly away
but i told her that's not ok
i will help her become numb but she needed to promise she wouldn't jump
i said... her weakness cause her pain, but she didn't seem to understand
what she forgot, i already knew...
i saw myself up on that roof, i was dressed in a bloody old suit
i didn't know what to do
i had a clue when it hit me...
life shouldn't be taken for granted
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