on the roof again
eulogy of herself
tired of wishing, just jumped down the well.
hushed voice in a private hell.
i'm still fighting the same old monster;
i see you still got your hands on her.
cold words on your lips.
cold steel on my wrists.
close my eyes so slowly;
i don't want to see the end.
i feel the cold wind blowing;
i won't have to feel again.
look to the sky, ready to fly-
even say a little pray'r.
wings are black, halo's cracked-
prob'ly never make it there.
We all got somethin' we need to atone for.