I'm sitting here, waiting for the answers.
But I know they aren't coming.
But still I wait.
I look to my reflection in the water of my tears.
It's dark and I'm alone but I have no fears.
I'm hoping I will find the answers.
The answers of my life.
I open my heart and there i find a knife.
I take the knife and trow it away.
Why can't I do that with my past?
I want to take my past ans trow it away.
But I can't forever will it stay.
I stand up and leave.
The knife is sharp and full of blood.
That's why I can't get up.
I close my eyes and see the light.
The answers are here, next to me.
...The knife takes my life...
