Have you ever been feeling, what the hell am I doing here? Feeling like your losing grip, when your trying to steer?

Life's the car and I been drinking, behind the wheel and I missed my turn.

I'm next to the edge and I feel like jumping, my blood ran toxic but, my heart keeps pumping.

Thoughts are turning on myself, attacking me because I'm my own worst enemy.

There's got to be more to life then what I been living. My dreams are broken, what keeps me wishing? My night sky is dark, what the hell happened? I think my shooting star, went super nova.....

I'm next to the edge and I feel like jumping, my blood ran toxic but, my heart keeps pumping.

Thoughts are turning on myself, attacking me because I'm my own worst enemy.

Hear the voices, they tell me dirty things. My mama said I could grow up and be anything. Become somebody or be a king.

My mama lied to me.

I'm next to the edge and I feel like jumping, my blood ran toxic but, my heart keeps pumping.

Thoughts are turning on myself, attacking me because I'm my own worst enemy.


I hate it when my touch becomes corrosive. Things change so much, where it becomes explosive. Everything I touch, I break.

Maybe I shouldn't masturbate.....


I'm next to the edge and I feel like jumping, my blood ran toxic but, my heart keeps pumping.

Thoughts are turning on myself, attacking me because I'm my own worst enemy.


Trip myself, ooo, how did I like that? Slam myself against a wall, eyes clogged with the spit I spat. Threatened myself with dreams I have been dreaming.

My hopes become my black mail.


I'm next to the edge and I feel like jumping, my blood ran toxic but, my heart keeps pumping.

Thoughts are turning on myself, attacking me because I'm my own worst enemy.

Tell myself to fuck off, I don't need me or anyone. I may have lost the battle but, there's still more to be won. I have a feeling these rhymes don't make any sense.

If they don't, maybe you confused my pretense.

I'm next to the edge and I feel like jumping, my blood ran toxic but, my heart keeps pumping.

Thoughts are turning on myself, attacking me because I'm my own worst enemy.