Here I am, once again.
My feet sway over the deep end.
This edge I'm sitting on seems
I guess it's true, just what they say,
This town kills everyone, L. A.
And I'd kill everyone, too.
Everyone but you.
Yeah, you can stay.
I'm breaking out this time.
This circle dance of mine
Has got me swaying off the edge.
And I don't talk to anyone.
And I haven't told anybody else,
Since that night that I told you.
There's demons swimming in my head.
So many that they