This Is the End.
I'm on the top of the highest building
and you're still on the ground.
Looking down at you I always know
there is a possibility of this crashing down.
I see down into your eyes, but are you even looking up at me?
I take one long deep breath, this could be my last.
I scream at the top of my lungs!
Can you hear me now or
have you turned a deaf ear?
I'm on the top of the highest building
and it's grown crystal clear.
I fall to my knees and it begins to rain.
Is this a sign of how things have changed?
I guess things will never be the way they used to be.
I must realize that distance isn't the only thing that's grown between you and me.
I'll never understand how you let this fall from your hands.
You had the whole wide world.
You let it slip right through the cracks.
So I stand at the top of the highest building
and let the rain wash through my hair.
I've realized something and that's everywhere
that I now turn I know you won't be there.
There is nothing that I can do, not a word I can say.
I can't say that I didn't try, can't say a tear I did not cry.
I must move forward, and leave the past behind.
I won't let you in my life again.
This is the end.
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