You care not for what I feel
You care not for who I am
You do not care
You don't give a damn
It'd be so easy to jump
To take one last fall from grace
To smile sanguinely just once
With no tears on my face
And maybe they'll judge
Maybe they'll ponder my sanity
But at least at the last
I'll learn to be free

Standing on this bridge
On this cold cement
The wind blows me and I know
I will always be alone
Concrete testaments to my murderer
The prophets have predicted my demise
On the walls which philosophy idolised
So I stand on this bridge alone
I stand, carved in stone
Intimate is suicide, blood is pleasure in despair
Dark sensual gratification, torture good enough to bear
Do not ask me why it is I jump
It is because I can't be good enough

You are deaf to my cries
You are blind to my tears
You do not notice
My pleas fall on broken ears
How the chasm does call to me
Beckoning me to die one last time
To make a physical reality
Of the death inside
Maybe you'll think nothing
Maybe you won't wonder why
But at least dreams are true
In death I'll finally fly

Standing on this bridge
On this cold cement
The wind blows me and I know
I will always be alone
Concrete testaments to my murderer
The prophets have predicted my demise
On the walls which philosophy idolised
So I stand on this bridge alone
I stand, carved in stone
Intimate is suicide, blood is pleasure in despair
Dark sensual gratification, torture good enough to bear
Do not ask me why I jump
It is because I cannot be good enough

Standing on this bridge
On this cold cement
The wind blows me and I know
I will always be alone
I will always be alone
I will always be alone
I will always be alone
Fall one last time
Alone