"once i stood on the brink
as i had done many times before
and when i finally stepped across
i'd thought it through
wanted no more

but it hurts me now as it did then
to think i'd never hurt again
when i think of that september day
it's no mere memory for i am there

a slow dawning that this was wrong
a wasted life just thrown away
the lights dwindled
the sounds echoed
and i had changed my mind
but i thought it was too late for me
and as the dark crept in

i was screaming inside
i wanted to live
i wanted to change
i didn't want to leave here
wanting more

and all the things i hadn't done, would never do
seemed so completely wonderful
and everything in the world seemed
so beautiful

i could not remember what had been
so bad to come to such an end
dear god i have not finished here
what have i done
but it's too late

and i thought how
stupid
shameful
wasteful
useless
pointless
selfish
foolish
but i thought it was too late for me
and as the dark crept in

i am screaming inside
i want to live
i want to change
to start over
i screamed it out loud
i will live
i will not die
i will not die
i will not die
in this way
in this place
wanting more"