Have you ever thought of driving off a cliff? I do all the singing and stat. Burn on a stake. Airborne. Seeing the sky drift farther and farther away. Dirt coming quickly upon you. Stranded fear in this cold atmosphere. Enduring every sound. Burning you. And I am found. But where? I live without understanding. Take my world. I can't see your face. Soft. The soft feel of your skin against mine. Smooth. Caress me. Please. Hold on and never let go, for I am almost to the edge. Hold your breath. Just a little chill. Not much farther. Scared? Ha, I laugh. Know one believes your lies. Sky fading. It screams for you. Ground approaching. Laughter.