Sitting still as the world passes you by
Is like being in a crowded room
And noone bothers to say "Hi"
It makes you realize just how useless you are
With or without your exsistence
The world continues along
There's no change in the tune of life's usual song
What would change if he wasn't here?
Only the emptiness of this chair?
Why was he around?
What good could he do?
What made him different from me or you?
Is this all life had to offer?
Or is he the only one feeling trapped in a coffin?
He needed a break
Someone to help him
We all hear
Yet noone listens
We all look
And see absolutely nothing
He thought of this
As he looked on the crowd below
And knew they were waiting for the finale of this show
The most attention he had ever received
Happened the day he let himself fall 100 feet
