It's funny,
How short life appears,
When it is nearly over.

When you are falling,
You see all that you have done.
You know that it is nearly over.

When the wind whips you,
As you plummet to your death,
All you want is for it to be over.

When the cold engulfs you,
Ripping away all comfort,
You know it's nearly over.

When the only warmth is your tears,
As the push past your closed eyes,
All you can hope for is when it's over.

When your fist are clenched,
White and stiff,
You know it's nearly over.

When your heart flys out your mouth,
And your are empty once more.
You wish for it to be over.

Then you collide with the ground.
And with a flash,
It is

o
v
e
r
.

and you don't

c
r
y

Because you were never
s
c
a
r
e
d
Of the

e n d.

Because all you ever wanted,
Was
For
It
To be

o
v
e
r
.