As you’re standing there on edge -
the edge of this world -
You can’t see more than a ledge
And feel nothing new.
You’ve been caught up in your head
so long, you became your own perception;
Caught up in your world,
You miss the world itself.

Oh dear long lost friend,
what have we become?
The things you’re doing to yourself
Are only making me numb.
I’ve been trying, and still am,
to help you see this through,
Until you’ll live to understand that
you don’t need to suffer anymore.