The walk

I walk a thin line every day of my life
Its like the edge of a knife
And constantly I have to keep up the fight
To keep balance, I use the dark against the light
Cause the images it brings to my mind just aint right
Id rather see nothing than see anything at all
It makes me wonder if I should just lay back and decorate the wall
With my knowledge, 3 years wasted on college
And A mind so gone I dont think the pieces can be salvaged
Thats why they call me, x The Arsonist, its true
The x is only there to represent the lines that I drew
I feel ugly, and I bet you would to
If you could only understand the things that I knew
And what I saw, it left my soul so raw
The demon inside is still begging me for more
I let it happen, and now I cant hold back
Im like a junkie with no needle trying to cover my tracks