Balanced on the edge of this knife
rejoicing that I had been chosen to be forsaken
as I stand on the edge of my life
living inside a moment from which I will never awaken

I'm one step ahead of my own demise
Falling again,to myself I have lied
searching for something to idolize
hoping to bring myself back inside

Hoping its not my own pain I feel
I'll pass it on down the row
The taste that the screaming leaves in my mouth
is reminder we reap what we sew

One step more and I'll take this plunge
one look back and I'll see
the wall that blocks my way back
is the strength of my insecurity

one step less and I'd have stopped this mess
was the last thought that crossed through my mind
to end all these problems,no matter how small
is to endure the fear of this fall.