Many times in my life, Things weren't so terrible. No matter how far I strayed, comfort was near. Many times in my life, Life seemed so unbearable No one to understand, no one to care. Many times in my life, I saw the edge of the knife I had to summon up everything that I had to conquer my fear. I screamed when the sky fell in Jumping jacks jumping up and burning my skin I can hear the footsteps marching to the beat of no one's drum. Thousands passing by each day. Many times in my life, I entered through revolving doors Only to emerge where I started my ride. Many times in my life, I felt I couldn't get no more Longing for solitude and someplace to hide. Many times in my life, I saw the edge of the knife I had to summon up everything that I had to conquer my fear. I screamed when the prophets came Saying that they couldn't see an end to my pain. I could see the road Leading to the bottom of my soul A morphine river takes me away.