on the edge

image courtesy of studio trigger and cd projekt red

life right now

got me feeling

cyberpsycho,

trying to fly

to the moon,

need to be brought

back to earth,

scared to go to sleep,

i got problems

i don’t think

a ripperdoc

could fix,

seasonal depression

kicking in,

life in night city

got me wishing

for something

bigger than this,

how can i start

at the rainbow

if i know

there’s no happy endings

out here?

more connected,

but more lonely

than i’ve ever been,

and no amount of eddies

could exempt me

from the empty feeling,

wouldn’t know

the first step

to love,

yet i’m looking

for my lucy,

not even ready,

i haven’t trained

or tossed

the trauma aside,

never know

what i want

in love and life,

so i chrome up

to drown the emotion.

suppressing my pain

like i’m david,

wondering

if i need saving,

guess i understand

what maine was saying,

‘cause all i ever knew

how to do was run,

i want somebody

to believe in me,

tell me i can do it,

‘cause i’m supposed

to be special

but when will i feel it?

i want my chooms

to see their dreams through,

but am i too far gone?

did i jump in the fire

too fast?

will i get to make

a name for myself?

fly her to the moon?

or did i break myself apart

and now it’s too late?

i don’t wanna know.