On the edge, looking down,

Falling down, down, down,

Debts and worries, stress

Just hurries, around and around.

My head is full. My head is full.

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

I’m fed up of finding sanctuary

In soft porn and drugs.

There’s no sanctity, no sanity

In soft comma porn and drugs.

Drugs, drugs, drugs, stop.

I’m on the edge of admiring

Everything I could be.

I’m on the edge of believing

The very thing I might be.

I’m on the edge with who I am.

I am me - free?

I am me on the edge.

I’m breaking up with you, with me.

I’m breaking up. I’m freaking out.

I’m breaking out from inside me

And though I try to shout,

There’s nothing coming out.

I just pout

And remain me

On the edge of a breakdown

And down and down

And tick, tick, tick.

Has this already been said?

Or can anyone tell me how

To get schizophrenia out of my head?

From my life.

From me

Free

Instead of tick, tick, tick

Because I’m sick

Of soft porn and soft drugs and soft me

I’m sick of me

This is my plea, my cry.

This is you secret eye

Into me

But I doubt you’ll see

Until tick, tick, tick, tick,

Stop.