It's a joke
Is what they say
They laugh
And make it hard
To hold on
To that ledge
Your fingers
Are holding you up
But you're too afraid to slip
And fall
People stomp on your fingers
Just for laughs
They're red
And bleeding
But they don't stop
The rain is making you slip
And getting in your eyes
And making you blind
To the people
Laughing
Pointing
They like this
They like the power
They enjoy the laughs
You are crying
And rain gets harder
And your fingers are numb
And you
Fall
