Now I’m falling free,
Suspended in the air,
While the people watch above
Without even a care.
My stomach has that feeling
That always makes me sick,
And I cannot help but hope
That this is only just a trick.
But I know I’m being foolish
This is how it ends
As I plummet to the earth
There are no more pretends.
And as I’m falling down,
I’m struck with one more thought,
If everyone’s up there
Then there’s no way I’ll be caught.
So I slam into the concrete
And shatter on the ground
But just for broken seconds
I still stick around.
Just long enough to hear
The last sounds of my death,
They’re laughing at my corpse
And it takes away my breath.
They finally made clear,
And I cannot help but see
That this is what they wanted
And they’ll pin my death on me.
They don’t want a guilty conscious,
So they do their best to hide
Their sick and morbid pleasures
And their disgusting, filthy pride.
But alas I’m out of time,
This funny little clown,
So I drift away in misery,
No longer falling down.
