Lyrics
The Rough Edge
By Ian G. Clifton
April 6th, 2003
Sometimes I go through those rough times
And people only think I'm a little sad
Little do they realize I am on the edge
The rough, rough edge
I am driving 110
I am in control
But what if I jerked to the right
I just don't know
People don't understand me
They don't care to try
Everyone hates me
And I don't know why
Everything I touch
Could easily end the pain
My finger steady on the trigger
So close to my brain
I feel so isolated
Like I am locked away
It is tough to get up
Because I hate today
I open the drawer
And pull out a knife
I clench my jaw
I am holding my life
No matter how good
The day seemed to be
At the end of the night
I am still lowly me
Is the rope strong?
Could it support my weight?
Will it do what it must?
Or will it botch my fate?
I am everything special
But no-one seems to care
Just look at the popular people
With their perfect hair
Poison in a glass
Helps some to forget
If I drink enough by tomorrow
My demise I will have met
So I can't run
Or jump very high
But in all reality
Those things matter why?
Alternating current
Amperage so high
It just takes some daring
To make myself die
You can call it an illness
But it is just me
No matter how happy I seem
Sadder I couldn't be
I can will my heart to stop
I've done it before
But at that time
I wanted to live a day more
I have lost all my money
And all my possessions too
Those things were my life
There's only one thing to do
Walking down the highway
Cars zip by all day
Would someone really miss me,
If I jumped in the way?
I thought I was happy
With a girl so great
But then she left me
And I was filled with hate
I can dive in the water
And swim so far down
All I have to do
Is take a gulp to drown
Everyone is everywhere
I don't know what is real
The only thing I understand
Is the way I feel
I devised the perfect way
To end my life tonight
But I'm having second thoughts
And with myself I fight
Maybe tomorrow will be good
I should give it a chance
So I'll wait another night
To do the all-ending dance
Will someone help me?
Will they give me a hand?
Or will I just end it,
The way that I planned?
I can cross my fingers
But I cannot reach out
If the day goes well
Maybe I'll vary my route