Crossing the bridge
looking into the water
but that only made me hotter
not the heat of sweat
but the heat of death
'would they miss me if I was gone'
I knew the answer
but it just seemed wrong
people talk to whom they don't like
so how do I know they talk to me only to spite?
The breeze hit my face
slowing down my hearts pace
I sighed and looked
at the water, oh what it took
my breath, my gaze
putting me in such a daze
I smile knowing most people don't see this
If I stay, Maybe I could travel to venus
what a slow dream that stopped me
but hey, today I'm alive and more free
