Waiting on the bridge,
Scarred and feared inside,
I whisper your name in the cold wind,
Hopping not to cry,
I feel so sad and hurt inside that all I want is to die,
I step up on the ledge whisper your name one more time,
The wind feels so cold an smooth, the way it rushes feels nice and cool.
I say my prayers and say good by.
Baby my love..... Its time for me to fly.
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