• I'm hanging on by a limb,
    As my lights begin to dim.
    Maybe now they'll feel guilty.
    Maybe now they'll feel the sorrow that they've caused me.
    And I start to smile and laugh as I fall to the ground.
    This pain has to be worth it.

    But soon guilt takes pain's place.
    As I realize there were others who loved me,
    Who loved this miserable face.
    What have I done?

    But it's too late.
    It is done...
    What have I done?