sitting on the edge

sittin on the edge, runnin fron the death, i am all in my stupid little head, wonderin when i will be free, when nothing can get to me,ill be out there finally,lookin for a job lookin for a car i spend my nights looking at the stars, coverin my scars,goin up so high, but with height you might die,im tellin you this this aint no lie, but no, no need to cry, just look up in the sky then you may find the meaning of your life, youll open your wings then you fly, tears and pain isnt the only way theres much more paths for when you stray, from that fine line that you laid, no more plan for me gotta find the key, from my history...