It's like a song stuck on repeat...I stand there,
It starts out solemn but darkness awaits
It envelopes me and yet I don't care,
The world being ripped by its seams, they close the gates,
As the colors fade away they beg me to stay
Still I stand there ready to fly into the darkness,
I am already dead, my soul has gone astray,
Yet I don't care, some say I am heartless,
The voices are getting louder, they're screaming
Somehow I still just stand there on the edge,
There is no saving myself, no redeeming,
I just don't care I am standing on the ledge
Hope says that this is just a small speed bump...
The voice whispers...angels can fly, the voice is my guide...jump.