I find myself more frequently roaming the 12 th floor
Looking down thinking it would be a quick ending
I pace from the elevator to the back stairs 
Then back trying to convince myself 
But something always stops me 
Won't let me get to that point on the edge where I need to be
It's not my kid 
Cause I think she forgot me 
Overhear her voice once every 4 months 
When she calls to tell her mom she's broke 
My wife wouldn't be what's keeping me 
Only time she ain't yelling is once every 4 months 
Then she screams that her daughter is broke 
Went from the man of the house to the man who's hated in the house 
But still the man who better pay for the house 
One small room with kitchen piviges is costing me 200grand 
Shake my head as I close the door
It's the perfect day 
Cloudy and dark 
Lite mist falls as the sun shines behind it all 
When I turned 50 I wanted to live another 60 years 
Today I turned 56 and I wonder how I made it this far 
Well being no one said it I will
Happy birthday to me 
And being nobody else cared 
Im going to give myself a gift 
The gift to fly to my death 
3 steps from it 
2 steps till the jump 
When I hear what's her name yell for me 
It's always something that keeps stopping me
3 more times she yells before I get back down 
She's standing outside the door asking where had I been 
Before an answer she said follow me 
I seen it was dark inside and just knew she was sitting me up 
Went to turn when the lights came on 
And people stood up 
Everyone shouting happy birthday 
Happy birthday to me they meant 
Yes I was surprised at my surprise party 
It was everyone who I had thought forgot me 
My daughter was the loudest and the only one besides me who was crying
It was a special night that left me wondering 
What if I would've jumped 
But also a night that I figured out what had been keeping me back 
.......,
It was "the railing" 
It's to high for me to jump over
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- Published: April 9th, 2017 21:27
- Category: Family
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