The Balcony, Pt. 1

She was standing on the balcony Her hair was flowing in the wind I asked her honey please, don't jump again But for the fifth time this week i watched her die I've had that recurring dream for what feels like a week She isn't dead but every night i swear she gets a little closer So while i'm laying in my bed With the nightmares tugging at my head I wonder if maybe she's right all along It's been three years and every time i close my eyes I can still see her face as she dies The screams have faded to an echo I do not think they'll ever leave