My scent reeks of emptiness
Sometimes I want to de-exist
I try to see the bright side more often
It ain't for me I hope it's bright inside my coffin
The sun rays feel like knives in my back
The blue skies always seem black
When you hug me it feels like I'm being attacked
When I'm not alone it feels like I'm being trapped
I'm on the edge
I'm on the edge
I'm on the edge
I'm on the edge
My faith is as dry as your mouth
When we're high and the water runs out
I wait for something to happen
And it doesn't but nothing even matters, cause
The sun rays feel like knives in my back
The blue skies always seem black
When you hug me it feels like I'm being attacked
When I'm not alone it feels like I'm being trapped
I'm on the edge
I'm on the edge
I'm on the edge
I'm on the edge