From this top of the world
It all seems so small.
There is no place better to feel the wind so cold and
strong,
Only up here she gets her right respect, the respect of a
goddess,
For the goddess she is.
From here I can see my house,
But I can't find my HOME.
In this point of view, people are nothing.
Just another part of life, that is beneath me.
Well its true, there is noting in this height.
Only me, my thoughts,
And my sick mind.
IV been here for a day or two, sitting and waiting.
What for? I'm not so sure...
May be for a Miracle?
Or hope?
Something that will tell me that tomorrow will not be the
same.
That tomorrow I will wake up and really do something with my
life.
I won't spend it about sitting and studying, ill go and
finely find my answer.
Is this what's life is all about?
Is that what I'm going to do?
Day after day,
Same old rituals every single day.
Same old pain that just wont let go, eating me from the
inside.
Knowing I'm all alone in this horror bale place.
From the top of the world I can jump.
A step and I'm gone.
Is that what I really want?
Run away from this all?
Well, why the hell not?
I haven't liked this place at all.
Never.
So here I am.
On the top of the world
Looking down.
I wonder where its bottom is.
Well I guess there is only one way to see.