On the Edge

Like a knife to the chest a fucking bullet would feel best Just cant feel just cant relate so much anger so much hate When you feel dead inside my emotions i try to hide To your face i seem calm but inside it's like a bomb On the edge And nothin to loose Just can't wait to explode and you'll know my hearts gone cold Can't believe you're so wrong what the fuck is going on So confused so distraught my chest is cold my fists are hot Just wanna get outta this place smash this bottle across yer face I'll feel better when your gone you think you've done nothing wrong And you know that pisses me off well f******u, it's your loss Please don't call please don't write and you know i'll be drunk tonight Do you know how it feels it's so fucked up it's so unreal --- On the Edge - Monster Squad