Across the scarlet horizon she stares,
Her motivation gone, she no longer cares.
Closer and closer to the edge she creeps,
“He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t want me,” is all she speaks.
A hundred feet below her lies rough waves,
But his love is all that she craves.
She spreads her arms out wide,
Her mind tells her it’s time to die.
Her feet leave the Cliffside,
And she becomes one with the tide.
Across the scarlet horizon she soars,
Her death has opened brand new doors.
With the angels she flies,
No longer to live with all of his lies.
She destroyed herself so he couldn’t.