She danced drunk and high,
On her third floor balcony,
On a grey and rainy day.
She thinks of diying,
Having in mind that it's her only escape,
Standing on the wet rainy floor,
Loosing her balance everytime more,
From the drugs and alcohol,
Laughing like a psycothic person,
Having a fake smile stapled on her face.
She thinks of leaving this world,
Having in mind that it's her only escape,
Standing on her third floor rampart,
Feeling the wind on her back,
Pushing her every second more.
She thinks of suicide,
Having in mind that it's her only escape,
Standing on her third floor rampart,
The wind blowing her body slowly,
She looses balance,
Falling in the air,
Forming a smile on her face,
Feeling free for the first time,
Meeting complete darkness slowly....
