that one answer you thought was right, could end up being the wrong one you missed at sight. .

As you pick up that last glass of wine, you think real hard before you take a drink,
you think where will this lead me in the end,
you think what good will this ever lend.
you think one more drink might make it all go away and all okay, but that one drink turns into one more,
you can't remember what had happened that moment before.

your heads spinning like a merago round,
you can't see anything nor hear a sound.

it's as if the whole world around you stops,
and you're left there
left there looking down from the roof tops,
you're left there in settle though , and all you do is stare. .

you raise that wine glass up into the midnight sky,
you hold back the tears and try not to cry,
as you lean over the edge, wanting to fly,
but slowly the world comes to a stop
as you fall from that roof top .

nothing can ever make this pain stop,
your wine glass hits the ground, and there you're found
left lying on that city ground. .