Razor's Edge
By:  Matt Ferraro

Demons of the past haunt me now,
Searching through this dark, dark time.
Helpless to their attacks, I am.
Silently Screaming!
Hanging by a thread on the edge,
The edge of my sanity.
Walk the thin line,
The line between…
Love & Hate,
Sanity & Insanity,
And Living & Dead.
The ledge that's like the cool razor's edge
Cuts too fine.
Chills up my spine from her kiss.
Pain in my head; opportunities missed.
Wanting to give up…
Almost there!
Then…
There's her.
My love?
My light, my sanity?
My safe comfortable place.
Looking out from my place,
Seeing everyone's face.
Wanting to join them, but…
Not wanting all the pain!
Back again to the razor I go,
One cut and the blood flows.
Too easy to do,
I need a challenge!
Would never take the razor's edge.
A quick end to something so long.
It's not quite the right way to end this song.
Yet still I walk the razor's edge.
Slicing at my feet, but always looking cool.
That razor's edge making us all dance like fools.
Desperate for hope, pleading for some.
No one understands what I feel.
Misunderstood & swept away.
Why? Why again must I pay?
Paying for my happiness…
Paying with lengthened hours of depression
And yes I have a confession.
I've done almost all of it!
I've smoked the Kind,
Tripped my mind
And played all those fun games,
I work to be happy!
Still depression slaps me,
Knocks me down and beats on me.
Can't you see I've changed?
I'm not the good little boy anymore.
I'm a man! Me!
With my sharp razor's edge attitude
And the bitter sarcasm.
Take it or leave it. It's me!
Working hard to be me!
Ask me why?

Cause you don't like it!

Or
You think it's not my style?
Good! It is now and I'm proud.
Happy you're mad or frustrated!
Do I confuse you?
Yeah you!
You're all punks
Hyped up on your own spunk!
There's no time for you.
Now night arrives,
Arriving with all its witches.
No time to fuck around.
Only time to go where my souls bound.
Following so I don't end up six feet in the ground.
All the time chasing ladies like a hound.
Chasing my future down the razor's edge.
At times that sharp edge seems as wide as a ledge,
Other times as wide as a small pinhead.
So many of you(grasping and pulling for a peice of me)
And so little of me to go around.
In my head the buzzing sound,
An alarm to wake me from my dream.
Waking to your eyes,
So bright like a beam,
In a daydream world where everything's right.
Then waking into a nightmare where it's all wrong.
Attacked by the throng…
Of those who want too much.
Overwhelmed by her touch.
Like a fire in my brain,
So nice, but life's such a drain.
Taking all of me.
Leaving me on my knees.
Savior from trips.
Not trips & games,
But glimpses to my carefree past.
How I wish those moments would last.
However they can't, slashed,
By the razor's edge.
An affliction of the mind and emotions,
Causing all this commotion.
My world evolves
And I adapt,
Adapt as if not to be trapped,
By this crazy world.
Now quiet lying curled.
Hiding from my pain;
My strange pet.
A truly dangerous creature are we together,
But then it can only get better,
Even on the razor's edge.
Drugs & me, what a mix?
Not a bridge of sticks, but bricks,
Till I see her.
Her disappointment,
Then from bricks to sticks
And I fall…

On the razor's edge.
This is where in began
And where it will end.
Not that sunny glen,
But her on the edge.
Looking both ways,
Choosing my fate
And slipping off into the unknown.
Gone now & forever.
Please forget me never.