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.