on the edge of a knife
I want to be on the outside
but it's safe on the inside
I don't know what to do with my free time
I want to be seen
but have my privacy
to be somebody
but have my mystery
who's to judge what's wrong or right
not me I'm over choosing sides
there's no need for my insight
I'm stuck between the dark and the light
I want my voice to be heard
and be a man of few words