Crying

As I lay on the roof of this high rise building,
My life worthless, my heart, breaking…
Thinking if I should take the one way elevator down
All the way back to the depths of hell.

The air was cold... so frighteningly cold…
Like my broken heart, and the soul I’ve sold…
No one is up here, no one is around…
I can take of my mask, I can cry and cry…

Falling in love is awfully simple…
But falling out of love is simply awful.
I’m suddenly afraid of love…afraid of falling
I wonder which hurts more, Death or Love?

They only see my back, not my face.
To them I look fine, I look okay,
Assuring them with the words I say,
But I can’t go anywhere, because I’m crying…

The elevator looks so tempting,
But I’m useless even to kill myself.
The one step from hell so near yet far!
I know which hurt most. It’s not death, it’s love.