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There's always a song on my mind

One that I like to call, my suicidal thinking

It's the daily grind

It's the song that reminds that i'm still blinking

You'll tell me, "oh, you poor child"

I'm teetertottering on this bridge

Now I've finally reconciled 

You won't find me, standing on the ridge

A rift in my time

they're inside my house

Don't you hear the chimes?

Guess I've entered the madhouse

I'm remembering those times when I said goodnight and fell asleep

Now I'm having to wake every hour

Something else will creep

The air that I taste is sour.

I'm standing without purpouse 

I'm standing without meaning

I'm standing and wishing

I'm standing and crying

I'm standing and breaking down