"You have to make it", that's what they say
All of me wishes there was simply another way
I wish life was effortless, I wish living was easy
Every time I fix something, there's someone else who needs me
I'm dependent on myself, and what I choose to do
I wish I could start over and be somebody new
Do I dare make that move? Do I dare change my life?
Even if I do or don't my existence is filled with strife
I resort to intoxication which temporarily eases the pain
But without it, it's like being stuck in the rain
On a dark stormy night, no lights and no friends
Can't you see I'm standing on a ledge...

*is there where my life ends?