First you sit in your room and you're thinking 
and you find out the ceiling isn't high 
Then you jump out your window and you're falling 
and you find out the floor was not the sky 

Then you think it's not possible to walk on 
but you feel that your feet are doing well 

Remember my friend, it is not the end 
When you think that it's done, that your love has gone 
You're alone my friend, but that's not the end 
When you think that you're done, life has begun 

The last time you saw her, she was crying 
You saw it and you knew in your heart 
That the next day your mind would think of dying 
Those tears would be the cue for you to part 
Then you think it's not possible to walk on 
But you feel that your feet are doing well