Knife
Not even a single day
Not even a single moment
My heart has not a sorrow to say
A fragile ground and a sky of cement
Not even a single time
Not even a single tear
My soul has to endure a crime
And go through another despair
Everyone has a hidden knife for me
Everbody is a past, current or future enemy
And I just want to laugh at this madness
Because I can't understand why
As if a solution is the mother of another distress
And at the same time I just want to cry
Isn't it both funny and sad
That a life a can be that bad?
And sometime, I can't feel anything
I open my eyes and see nothing
Then I want to smile and scream
When I realize that joy is just a dream
I want to tear off my hair and bang my head
I want to express my pain until I drop dead
I want to drown in a pool of oil
At time, I think that it would be better in hell
My tears would just burn and boil
Love and friendship were never done to me well
What should I do, what should I do, I don't know
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