Upon a building's roof i stand,
his final letter in my hand.
The wind is cold and cuts like glass,
but i don't care this day's my last.
Is it night or is it day?
In my grief i can not say.
I try to jump but then i fail,
once more i try to step back to the rail.
I asked for love and i got pain,
all my efforts done in vain.
When will these twins called love and pain,
be split and i be whole again.
I look up to the sky and see
a cruel God laughing at me.
I try so hard to be strong,
but once more i don't belong.
I realize that my tears fall softly to the ground.
I ask why and hear not a sound
Now my heart slowly weeps
As the wind to gently sing me to sleep.