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IF THIS BOLDS IT IS NOT MY FAULT!
Dallas's Point Of View
Try not to think, sing La in my head over and over again. Try not to feel, he's dead, he's f***ing dead. Try not to cry, I'm a big boy, I'm a greaser. Greasers don't cry.
Standing on the edge of the beginning and the endOhh so this is what it feels like
Running out of the hospital room. Run. Run fast. Run away. I just saw the only thing I care about die. Run. Run faster. Get in the car. Drive. I'm standing in between the end and the start. What am I going to do? Do I go into the new. Or do I end it all now? So, this is what it feels like to have your heart broken. Huh, I don't like it all.
87th floor of a high rise in new YorkOhh there's something new this time
*FLASHBACK*
Sixteen years old, standing on the 87th floor of a hotel room in New York.
"Jes! Don't jump!" I cried.
"It's too late Dal, everything's too late." She muttered.
"Please, Jes, don't!" I begged.
She didn't answer, just closed her eyes and smiled, stepped off the edge.
I left New York that day.
*END OF FLASHBACK*
It hurt when my sister killed herself, but their's something different this time. This time, it's a kid that I loved. This time he's only sixteen. She was twenty. This time he didn't have a choice.
This time, it hurts- Bad.
And i know since i was youngAnd i feel it in my bonesAnd this is how its always meant to go
I've known since I was young that I was meant to be a hood. I've known since I was young that I was meant to die a hood. It's in my blood, it's in my bones. I know this is how I'm meant to go.
Standing outside this grocery store I've made a choice. It's my time to go.
Laughing at the clerk when he said he was calling the cops.
I don't care, I just don't want to feel this.
I just want to die. The way I was meant to die.
Lifting up off the street
Watching the city span beneath
I couldn't help but feel like an outsider
I feel like I'm flying, as I run from the cops.
I feel like the street is falling away.
I feel like I'm seeing the city from a birds point of view.
And right now, I can't help but feel like an outsider.
An outsider in my body.
An outsider in the gang.
An outsider as a greaser.
An outsider to this world.
Lifting up off the ground
Seeing for the first time now
This is where I became an outsider
Being lifting up off the ground by some unknown source.
I see for the first time now,
The Second I came from New York to Tulsa I was an outsider.
I was blind to it, until now.
I couldn't help but stareWhen I caught them standing thereOh, I could see it in their eyesYeah, I saw it in their eyes.
I saw them running towards me, greasers through and through.
What I thought I was Too.
I see them standing there, but not really.
I see it in their eyes, that I look crazy.
I hear it in their cries. Not to do this.
Just like I did two years earlier.
And I can hear the songSince it's been playing all alongAh, can you hear the singing?
I hear the song, the sound of them telling me no.
I hear the song, the sound of the cops telling me hands in the air.
I hear the song, the sound of my gun coming out of the holster.
I hear the song, the sound of bullets in the air.
I hear the song, of Angel wings?
It's been here all along. I've been to blind to see.
Mr. and Mrs. Curtis, Jes, and Johnny, I see them now.
Here before me.
And I've known it since I was youngAnd I feel it in my bonesThis is how it's always meant to go.
I've seen since I was young, I've known since I was young.
That Angels were real. I felt it in my bones. I just refused to believe.
Death young. That's how it's meant for hoods to go.
Right here upon the streetWatching the city spin beneathI couldn't help but feel like an outsider.
Floating out of my body. Leaving the world behind.
Floating on the street. I see the lights and colors for the first time.
As this world of mine spins bellow.
I can't help it, I'm an outsider in a halo.
Lifted up off the groundSeeing for the first time nowThis is where I became an outsider.
Lifting away from the ground,
Up into the sky.
Seeing all that I've loved. I know now.
Down there I was an Outsider.
Up here I don't have to be.
this is how it's always meant to go.
This is how it's meant to go, Hell on Earth. Heaven in Heaven.
And I hear the golden angels sing their song:
La La La La La La La….
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