Face plant off the third floor  
The blood splatter paints a pretty picture of why he didn't matter 
And who's sadder the committer or his encouragers 
Such a shame he had no one around to feel his hurt 
They all applauded when he went out with a bang and hit the dirt 
He won't be the last and maybe he wasn't the first 
He jumped out of the window so he couldn't feel the pain 
So sick and weary of being burdened with his shame  
He only wanted to be wanted, he was tired of games 
People playing with his emotions so the trust issues came 
The wall went up, every single relationship ended the same 
The anger buildup in his body never ever once waned 
Crying every single night for reasons he can't explain 
Eventually led to this poor boy going insane 
And who's to blame? 
Is it his fault that he wanted some company 
Someone to listen to him and show him some empathy 
That night he decided that he wanted to be free 
Unchained; soaring high and carefree 
He came to that balcony and thought about his destiny 
Should I jump and end my misery 
This life just isn't meant for me 
So he climbed on the railing....