Peruvia

Wait, I'm sitting on the rooftop barely sure that I'm not alone
You appear aside I watched you falling
'Til you break, I'm counting on my last chance to make you feel that you're not alone
While you wait aside I still remember

I've always been number 7
I can tell from your eyes that this number will rise
I love you since I'm 11
And this feeling will rise like the birds in the sky.

While, from the seventh floor you fall,
Will I send all the angels at your door
While from the seventh floor you fall,
Will I break all the angels at your door

Why would I do it, now?