Always sitting on the edge, nearly over the line
Never thought I'd be pushed any further, but now I'm gone
Is it possible to go back...
to the other side, once you've left? (Or if you were ever there?)

I suppose I never truly believed enough in myself
I kept tripping, and falling down into the abyss of doubt
Perhaps it's the only thing I clearly know, me and my lonely heart
Not being sure of where I'm going or of what I'm doing

I feel lost all the time,
though I have the path I want to follow
It keeps vanishing completely,
though it used to only fade

That fleeting belief in myself,
disappears always like a mirage
It sends me over the edge,
steering me into melancholy instead

It always leaves me wondering,
can you ever go back?
To what you were before,
if you were never that to begin with?