beyonme

here i am standing on this window of that 6th floor building looking! thinking..... how would i look like from up here, lying down there angels and demons fighting above my face would that blood i loose now matter... would the butterfly in my heart and the singing bird matter would the lullaby matter anymore why do we sell so cheap our souls why do we sell so cheap our souls and what if i was lying downthere for what would i care about what will i be worried Nothing! nothing anymore why is it that when we leave, we turn into a tear why do we turn into a scar we only weigh 21 grams you know.... will you remember me?