On Edge

This life winds me up too much

I am taut as a wire

And the pressure's building up

I am up to the neck

I am cut to the quick

I Am stuffed to the gills

I am sicker than sick

You think you know me

But you don't know me

You get a version

You cast aspersions

My back is up

But you'd never know

I hide it well

It doesn't show

This life winds me up too much

I am taut as a wire

And the pressure's building up

I'm a pot on the boil

I'm a trap on the spring

I am pushed to the brink

I could pull out the pin