Keep on walking, I told myself.
You can't stop just now, it's too late to turn around or start it over again.
It's rough , right, the path under your feet.It's sharp , right, all those broken glasses underneath.
Cut, cut, bleed, bleed, don't stop,don't stop,no matter how hurt and painful it is.
Hush, hush, big girl, don't cry.
"What are you doing this far, dear lady?",I heard the voice with no face.
"Come closer then, pretty lady,"
"You have come so far, I'm afraid." The voice chills me to the bone, I 'm so cold ,
" Who are you?', I only hear my own echoes.It's getting dark, too deep the cut,should I walk on?" Yeah, walk on, keep walking on,baby, to the dead-end".
I'm dead walking, doesn't matter where these feet leading me to.
I'm dead dreaming,for an unreachable goal.
Even just a drop of the rain, stay me forever,it does.
Cause a dead like me,nothing I hold on but the past.
Keep on, keep on, my dear young lady ,walk!
It's the dead end with a knife waiting with smile.
With love alone,walks you this far, for nothing.
It will be just a dead-end, a knife and nothing!!
