On the Brink

Sometimes I'm left to just sit, just write Just think out of spite, with or without the delight Of the look on their face showing nothin' but fright Sometimes I sit in the dark to just drink, just think Just waste away, teetering on the brink, don't blink You know there's a purpose when I'm using this ink Sometimes I just lay in the smoke, no choke Theres nothing left to provoke, just my heart is broke From those words you spoke, too cruel for a joke