He walks along the empty street, the only sound is his shuffling feet.
She ties the rope into a knot, dosen't know what's real or what's not.
He bites his lip, his head kept down, he's never ever felt so alone.
She writes the note, for her mum, shaking but she's oh so numb.
He looks down to the water, wipes a tear from his eye, and jumps from the bridge, with not even a cry.
She takes a deep breath, runs her hand through her hair, ties the rope around her neck and steps off the chair.
They're both gone, silent and fast, and if nothing changes they won't be the last.