At the edge of this mountain,
You can see a girl,
She's staring down so insecure,
The wind is blowing, right thru her hair,
But she's not moving, she doesn't care.

Only one small step, and she will fall,
That is her way to end it all,
With no regrets or 2nd thoughts,
She will jump down in to these rocks,
To the endless sea, she will belong,
Her death will come, it won't take long.

She takes the step, she's falling down,
Still no regrets she looks around,
The earth is closer, soon she'll crash,
Her life will be over, all that remains is flesh.

The wind is whistling in her ears,
It's getting in her long black dress,
But then a short sharp appears,
And on the ground a big red mess.

The waves caresses her petrified face,
Her soul is going to another place,
The sand is covering her white lifeless skin,
The water is carrying her in.

And there she will lie, in the bottom of the sea,
As beautiful and graceful, as she used to be.