The Knife, Again...
This knife,
let me feel the pain.
It makes me think,
that I'm insane.
I know I shouldn't do this.
But when I see this blood,
taking my pain whit it,
cares that I forgot.
Why?
Release me,
from this pain.
Why,
does nobody see,
that I have to suffer this pain.
Please help me out,
nothing works.
Don't you hear me shout?
I'll catch the knife,
and see my blood...
Again...
let me feel the pain.
It makes me think,
that I'm insane.
I know I shouldn't do this.
But when I see this blood,
taking my pain whit it,
cares that I forgot.
Why?
Release me,
from this pain.
Why,
does nobody see,
that I have to suffer this pain.
Please help me out,
nothing works.
Don't you hear me shout?
I'll catch the knife,
and see my blood...
Again...
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