Splitting of the Wood

Here I stand, I stand out on the edge Of where I'm meant to be I'm clinging to that ledge And I know, I know I'm bleeding through I'm tearing at the seams I'm tearing into you And I see, I see when I look back At the path I walk What is it I lack Cause I've done, I've done all that I could Yet here I am again At the splitting of the wood