Leaning on the edge of hope,
I feel the ground give beneath me.
Fell down through the uncertainty
And what once was deep into every self loathing memory.
I've gone numb to everything.
Welcome the earth as I fall to my knees.
All that's left for me is a fork in the road
Split between a path beaten by forgotten love
Towards giving into a life of so called security
Or a life of scraping by to find my own truth.
Tonight I'll force some sleep.
Tomorrow I'll sort out another scheme.
Tonight I'll force some sleep.
Tomorrow I'll sort out another scheme.