[Talking:] Good morning students The story opens right where I knew it would it's repeating over stuck in my past tense so I stop, wait, and face the day I've got to pull it apart so I can push it away I was born and raised alone and on the edge I've been waiting more but winding up with less I can't think about it on every single day a quick decline coming over me I won't talk about it but I admit defeat it's been a short piece of history I was born and raised alone and on the edge I've been wanting more but winding up with less