An apartment deck,
Three stories high.
If I fell, I'd crack my neck,
Then I could finaly die.
No, I think to myself,
It'll get better.
But It never does.
And yet I never jump.
I doubt anyone will really miss me,
I'm the loser in my group of friends.
Only one person treats me fairly,
So I guess I'll live for them.
You treat me normally,
You never laugh at me.
Do I matter to you?
I hope that I do.
But would you belive me?
Would you like me?
If I told you the truth?
About the marks on my arm?
I'll never tell you,
About my horrid past.
What if you rejected me?
I couldn't last without you.
I look down at the cold ground below.
I think to myself,
Will he miss me?
And I just keep on looking.
I finally stop looking,
And I turn around and smile.
I won't jump.
As long as you're with me.
