Hanging on the edge of life itself...

What seemed true is really just an illusion...

What ever the feeling was, is really just a lie...

How do I know that everytime you hold me,

You are not thinking of her...

How do I know that everytime you kiss me,

You are not thinking of her...

Words are your specialty...

Oh how you made me believe them...

Oh if only words could suffice for everything else...

Hanging on the edge...

One more step and I am about to break...

One more lie and I know I will find myself at the bottom of the abyss called PAIN...