Verse 1 It's midnight on the bridge. The city sleeps below. She stands beneath the streetlights, watching all the shadows glow. The wind is in her hair, the cold against her skin. She doesn't know when she stopped knowing where she'd been. A tear falls from her eyes. The wind carries it away. Another one follows. Then another fades to grey. Verse 2 She thinks about the mornings she never wanted to see. The promises she whispered, the person she used to be. Her hands are trembling softly. Her breathing isn't calm. She wishes someone noticed how much she had been gone. But the bridge remains silent. The traffic passes by. And nobody looks upward. Nobody asks her why. Pre-Chorus She takes one step closer. The wind becomes a scream. For just a moment, she remembers every dream. Chorus And she cries into the darkness, but the darkness doesn't care. The wind steals every tear before it reaches anywhere. She whispers, "I'm so tired." But no one hears the sound. The whole world keeps on turning while she's falling apart. And standing at the edge, she feels so small beneath the stars. Verse 3 She looks down for a moment. The night is far below. Her heart is full of memories she doesn't want to know. She thinks about the people who will wake up unaware. She thinks about the empty room that will be waiting there. Then something inside her breaks. A silence deep and cold. And before the night can answer, she lets herself let go. Bridge She falls. And for a second there is nothing else. No voices. No memories. No tomorrow. Only the wind rushing past her and the darkness underneath. She tries to hold onto something— a thought, a name, a reason— but everything slips further away. Chorus And she falls through the darkness, through the silence, through the night. The city keeps on shining. The stars remain in sight. Her tears are gone with the wind. Her footsteps are left behind. And somewhere in the distance, a clock continues counting time. She falls and falls and falls— until the world becomes distant, until her thoughts grow quiet, until the night takes everything she could no longer carry. Outro Morning comes eventually. The bridge is still standing. The wind is still blowing. The city is still alive. But somewhere in the silence, there is an absence where a woman used to be. And the saddest part is not that the wind took her tears. It's that nobody knew how much she had been crying before the wind carried them away.
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