There's always a song on my mind
One that I like to call, my suicidal thinking
It's the daily grind
It's the song that reminds that i'm still blinking

You'll tell me, "oh, you poor child"
I'm teetertottering on this bridge
Now I've finally reconciled
You won't find me, standing on the ridge

A rift in my time
they're inside my house
Don't you hear the chimes?
Guess I've entered the madhouse

I'm remembering those times when I said goodnight and fell asleep
Now I'm having to wake every hour
Something else will creep
The air that I taste is sour.

I'm standing without purpouse
I'm standing without meaning
I'm standing and wishing
I'm standing and crying
I'm standing and breaking down