On the verge of understanding
I think of possibility as cheap
almost wanting a retrieve

On the verge of losing
I think of possibility as endless
on my knees, blaming fate


On the verge of starting anew
I think of possibility as a hope
but a hope I couldn't cope



On the verge of understanding again,
I think of possibility as inevitable
desperate to get myself labelled



On the verge of losing again,
Possibility is so damn wearisome
there's no, no real lasting triumph




On the verge of starting anew again,
Possibility is becoming impossible
So long, Mr. Possibility, you're such a fucking burden..