After having spent years living upon the insane fringe
Others have seemed to believe they need to be my mother
All the tears I've spent along with the sorrow I've endured
They tend to crush the soul, and will ultimately smother
But I'm not ready to leave, not on the ledge waiting
Not about to use a syringe to plunge a needle
Just leave me where I am comforted, in torment
And wait and see if I grieve, or the madness relents
And then I'll let you know, if I need your help
Others have seemed to believe they need to be my mother
All the tears I've spent along with the sorrow I've endured
They tend to crush the soul, and will ultimately smother
But I'm not ready to leave, not on the ledge waiting
Not about to use a syringe to plunge a needle
Just leave me where I am comforted, in torment
And wait and see if I grieve, or the madness relents
And then I'll let you know, if I need your help
