I stand at the edge of my world
And I keep looking out, now...

My hair once blonde
Now black like my soul...

For anyone who's stood at the edge
I've been there too...

I used to think that god wouldn't accept me
that if he was real why'd he put me through so...

She grew up in a messed up family
she was the kindest girl you could meet...

I sit at the edge of the bed
As darkness begins to appear...

I've built my own prison
I've chained myself to the wall...

I was once clean, but now I'm jaded
once whole but now I'm faded...

Dear Cutter,
I am your escape...

Getting you off my mind
I have tried to die...

I lost my head
you could've gone...

She rides along
Sun glowing on her face...