Walking the line, hanging from a limb.
Drowning in a river, not knowing how to swim.
Taking for granted, this life that I live.
Knowing no other, alternative.

The nightmares of my past, the dreams of today.
Somehow I know, there must be another way.
I search and I search, on through the wicked night.
Looking for the answer, to make my life right.

I stumble and I fall, on this path that I take.
Hoping the answer, is real and not fake.
Giving in to the impulses, causing myself pain.
watching my blood, drip down into the drain.

I fall to the floor, a tear leaves my eye.
Is this the answer? To the Lord I cry!
Laying there helpless, I pass out on the floor.
I awake in a hospital, my body is sore.

My mother is there, sitting next to my bed.
The tears in her eyes, as she lifts up her head.
She embraces me warmly, and kisses my cheek.
I lay there and watch, because I feel so **** weak.

My wrists are bandaged, I remember it now.
The razor blade sank deep, the voices told me how.
I go to a mental ward, to figure things out.
But I go even crazier, with the insanity I shout.