• i stand on edge of life
    wondering why i dont pick up the knife
    so here i am
    so why the damn!?

    do i sit here alone
    an its ust like a frozen bone
    so i listen to my rock
    an my heart is a broken lock

    as the rock round in my head
    all again all alonewith my broken bone
    an im standing on the edge of life
    wondering what my purppose is
    an dose anyone even listen?

    i cry every night
    then the next day i start a fight
    but then i found out
    an now i dont need to shout

    its you
    what will i do
    oh oh oh
    gotta run now

    cant get cought in the storm
    an ill be ok
    when im with you
    now i know what to do

    as the rock songs round in my head
    all again all alone
    but no more
    cuz i have one thing

    and its
    you