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
