my heart is full of doubt,
but my knowledge is sound,
this fear of the fall will be lost,
once i hit the ground.
is this really the end?
what else can i really do?
smashed on the concrete,
i can only miss you.
will you remember me,
as you stay cemented in my mind,
i just worry about the things i left,
and what you might find.
i don't want to be known as,
or remembered to be,
the person i didn't show,
that no one knew, me...