A man stands on the edge of the world,
All he wants is another woman,
Another notch in his belt

Yet his world will still crumble,
It's not really him,
He's not really this way

But he's seen others like him,
His friends say they're pathetic,
They're uncool,
They're themselves

How he wants to be like his friends,
Cold and hard and weeping inside

And so his world crumbles and he dies,
He becomes like them,
His friends

And he weeps inside,
For how he wishes to be like those people,
Those pathetic uncool people,
To be himself again