Things are so much harder now   no matter how i try   Junkyard days and toxic waste   still love is on my mind      I can see the ledge now   Golden Gate is falling from behind   (?)   well if you call this living,   I just wanna hang my head and cry      Voices in my head   telling me that I am lost   Pills and alcohol   are making me a lost cause      I can see the ledge now   Golden Gate is falling from behind   (?)   Well if you call this living,   I just wanna hang my head and cry