08. THE KNIFE

My life tries to slip away, as I am holding it tight
It’s getting harder

The knife you stuck in my back, won’t you pull it you
So I will die, when all the blood will come out

I want to hang on, but the time is running out
As my pulse is getting short, hold me down

I saw the moon, I saw the moon tonight
In its beauty, its beautiful light

Isn’t this enough for just one day
Leave me here, I’ll be withering away
Looking for a place to be alone
Looking for a place of my own

Posted by saveli   @   1 December 2009

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