I look past the years
Of regret and tears...

People get older
Years fly by...

You say I dont respect you
So I say its the other way around...

Things are changing around me
It's never what it use to be...

As I sliced my skin
With a sharp blade...

Take a good look in the mirror
Look straight in your own eyes...

I think I'm alone
With this knife in the darkness...

And yet as I see
No light ahead of me...

Soft wind blows through the air
And through my hair...

Sitting there
Doing nothing...

The first day I looked at you
There was something holding me back...

Blood may fall from my harm
But I'm in no alarm...