The Edge

Intro

Yeah.

Turn the beat down.

Just... leave it on.

I'm so fucking tired of pretending I'm okay.

Put the mic close. Listen.

Verse 1

I stare at the ceiling till 4 in the mornin'

My brain's got a sound like a sirens just yawnin'

Washing my face, lookin' dead in my eyes

Sick to my stomach from all of my lies

Tellin' my momma, "Yeah, work was just rough,"

When truth is, I'm barely survivin' the bluff.

I bought the damn rope three damn weeks ago.

Keep it hid in the back where the boxes all go.

Look at my phone, people textin' me back

"We should hang out," man, I'm losin' the track.

You don't even know what I'm holdin' inside,

I'm a ghost in my room, I'm already half-died.

Every day is a chore, every breath is a weight,

I built up this cage out of pity and hate.

And nobody notices. That's the worst part.

I'm screaming out loud with a silent-ass heart.

Hook

I'm standing right here on the edge of the roof

Spitting out blood just to give you the proof

That I'm breaking apart, I'm falling away

And there's nothing you'd miss if I didn't wake up today.

Yeah, I'm done. I am fucking done.

Tryna find peace at the end of a gun.

Or a drop, or a pill, or a rope in the dark—

Just let me put out this exhausting-ass spark.

Verse 2

Remember that night back in 2018?

I thought I was fixed, I was clean on the scene.

Lied to my therapist, said I was fine,

Just so she'd sign off and give me release time.

Why do I do that? Why do I hide?

Like shoves to the chest are just bumps on the ride?

My sister called yesterday, asked how I've been,

I choked on the words and I changed up the spin.

Said, "I'm gettin' my life back on track, I got goals."

Man, my soul is a crater, a bottomless hole.

I look at my nephews and think to myself:

They'd be better off with me up on a shelf.

No baggage to carry, no uncle who failed,

Just a tragic-ass story that never quite sailed.

And it hurts, goddamn, does it burn in my chest—

The thought of just finally getting some rest.

No more anxiety gripping my throat,

Just sinking right down to the floor of the moat.

Hook

I'm standing right here on the edge of the roof

Spitting out blood just to give you the proof

That I'm breaking apart, I'm falling away

And there's nothing you'd miss if I didn't wake up today.

Yeah, I'm done. I am fucking done.

Tryna find peace at the end of a gun.

Or a drop, or a pill, or a rope in the dark—

Just let me put out this exhausting-ass spark.

Bridge

I'm tired.

I'm so fucking tired of fighting myself.

Every mirror I look in, I hate who I am.

I don't wanna be here anymore.

I just... I want the quiet.

Please.

Just let me be quiet.