on the edge

April 1, 1988

i wake up in the middle of the night with
cold beads of sweat rolling down my face
the room is spinning around my head
and my heartbeats running a  race

every day I feel like im on the edge
like im falling off the ledge – of sanity
i speak my mine but people dont care
coming or going, love isnt fair
i love a girl. she doesn’t love me.
not the guy i am, nor the guy i should be

i wake up in the morning and don’t know what to think
another dream is over, doesn’t that stink?
how many dreams must i dream?
are they really what they seem?
blood, lust, hate, disgust
theyre all the same to me
whats a dream? whats a nightmare?
where are we going?  how do we get there?
go to bed, fall asleep.  you feel a little drowsy
wake up, forget your dream, feeling pretty lousy

i wake up in the middle of the night with
cold beads of sweat rolling down my face
a big bad headache’s putting up a fight
and my heartbeats running a race
every day i feel like im on the edge
like im falling off the ledge…

ive been chasing after the wind so long
to notice whats been going on
in my head
in my world
in my heart