Watching the coulds

From the roofs of the city

I'm with you

I don't know if I feel good

I should be happy

But I'm not

I have a murderous impulse

I want to kill you

For all the cheap shots you did to me

When I was sad, I try so many times to call you

But the only thing I've done to get to you

Is your voice on your fucking answering machine

I promised myself to never respond to your messages anymore

But I could not

And now I'm on the roofs with you

And I still don't know

How can I push you off the roof

By passing this as an act of suicide

xXx - Best Mistake