I stand at the top,
a harsh cold wind against my face.
One step away from happiness.
No one wants my happiness,
no one would care.
Everything seems so small from above.
But not as small as I've felt.
No one cares.
Then you come through the roof entrance,
I take one step.
"I love you," you said.
I look back up,
then I feel a hard impact.
Mistakes were made.
