I’m standing on the edge of this train,
Staring out onto the barren plain.
Trying to figure the lines to my next song,
But there’s no rhythm and the lines are too long.

But I have this lyrical skill,
My words don’t just touch,they kill.
Everytime I write my brain jumps out of my skull,
I’m trying to kill myself but this blade’s too dull.

You can’t come close to knowing my pain,
You never had to taste the bitter acid rain.
You didn’t have to deal with the shit I had to,
So shut your mouth when I talk to you.

Why am I so damn upset?
It ain’t like my ass is drowned in debt.
And my childhood wasn’t that bad,
But I don’t even need an excuse to be sad.

I’m on the fine line between sane and crazy,
There’s no medicine or therapy that can change me.
There’s no scientific explanation for why I’m this way,
God took my sanity and gave me the skill to rhyme in exchange.