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Memories crash in my mind like a flash flood
I can't sweep them under the rug and just shrug
I'm trapped in a labyrinth
Where all rational thought seems to be absent
I assumed I'd find a way out but apparently, I haven't
Running rampant, in a futile attempt to reach daylight
But much to my dismay I'm missing the right way
Now you might say, I'm a hopeless case
You'll see the desperation on my face even in the most pleasant place
It's like vertigo. I could never have imagined it would hurt me so
In the middle of a crowded room, everything's moving slow
To anyone who's not blind
These are surely telltale signs of a man losing his mind
Thoughts of stone are now gravel
I'm gradually coming unraveled, unsure how much more I can handle
I feel like Edgar Allan Poe
Sitting under The Tree of Woe
With Lovecraft in Limbo
The Edge
What's wrong with my head
It feels like my mind's ripped to shreds
I've walked through my life living it on the ledge
Now I'm at the edge
The Edge
What's wrong with my head
It feels like my mind's ripped to shreds
I've walked thru my life living it on the ledge
Now I'm at the edge
I'm uninterested in the things I once cherished
My dispositions becoming more careless which is impairing my awareness
Waking up in cold sweats but I couldn't be getting that old yet
Having that same strange feeling I'm not playing with a full deck
It's like my whole life's crashing
Dazed, I gaze through a mental maze of depraved pictures as they keep flashing
I thought of unmasking the assassin but alas
My loyalty was easily swayed therefore I strayed
Now everybody's staring
But no one's really caring
Long gone are the days of love and sharing
I'm ensnared in a nightmare where I blindly grope
For an inkling of hope that can help me cope
I can't take this condition lightly, it's likely altering my psyche
I assumed I held a group on reality quite tightly
But it would seem, the pictures are beginning to smear
And I can't shake this primal fear
My time's near
The Edge
What's wrong with my head
It feels like my mind's ripped to shreds
I've walked through my life living it on the ledge
Now I'm at the edge
The Edge
What's wrong with my head
It feels like my mind's ripped to shreds
I've walked thru my life living it on the ledge
Now I'm at the edge
I can't run from myself
The blames to be laid on no one else for my present state of being
I'm seeing everything differently, it's as if instantly
Thoughts from my head, materialize and take on a consistency
I'm miserably failing
My ailment seems to be prevailing
Much further than Christopher Cross ever thought he'd be sailing
Nailing my head to the drywall as of late, I cry all the time
Feeling guilty even though I've committed no crime, yet
But when the sweat starts trickling
I just get to tripping, like I wanna start tearing and ripping
It's sickening, to think that I've regressed to this
And made a mess of what could have been an excellent script
I got a tight lock on my pillow
As I see the silhouettes from the pillars of smoke from the murky depths
I wish I were dreaming
So I could simply wake up and put an end to this screaming
The Edge
What's wrong with my head
It feels like my mind's ripped to shreds
I've walked through my life living it on the ledge
Now I'm at the edge
The Edge
What's wrong with my head
It feels like my mind's ripped to shreds
I've walked through my life living it on the ledge
Now I'm at the edge

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