CRUSHED
Alone at the back of the bus
I stare through the steamed windows
Watching, studying, the height of each building
Knowing, that when I fall, there'll be no-one to catch me
And I don't want anyone to catch me
Coz you're too late
And I pray that the bus crashes
Crushing my ribs
Crushing my lungs
Crushing my heart
Crushing my existance