How long must I stand her on the edge
 How long must I stand alone

 It's getting harder as the years go by 
 the feelings just won't cease to grow

 The days go by and nights just amble on
 And hope is just a fleeting and bleeding thought
 Try living in this prison beneath the skin 
 try wondering when the thoughts will end

 Let me self [bad word] save your would be love
 turn [bad word] don't let me cross the line

 So what's the point of trying to cover up
 I'll fail whether it's sooner or later or now
 I just one who is meant to be on his own
 How does one learn to save himself

 Let me self [bad word] save your would be love
 turn [bad word] don't let me cross the line

 Let me go back to a time when the future
 was laid out before me like open doors
 Let me escape to a life where the used aren't 
 potrayed as a cure to the lost and worn