But Knife's Still In Me

No matter in back or in chest the knife does stub to take off your careless life To push you in bottomless deep, I guess, And only just hope in the sky can bless like star, here's the deep too truly, I’m asking I am not fooling: Who doomed me to infinite life and death to fall without will and to crawl upstairs, Who’s changing my smile with a new tear sea? But barely someone will answer me. Sad question and angry, darling, How long will be more my falling? And I see a dream that before the end suddenly somebody grabbed my hand to heal all my wounds, it’s better, my back and my chest, no matter, among all this cruel longing, But knife’s still in me I’m falling.