Knife In My Life

Knife In My Life

Many years ago, I wasn't like this.
There was no drama.
No trauma.
This is the bio... of that bloody knife in my life.

I'm a fighter of the mind
I beat with my heart
And yet, this disease
Tore me apart

Just like cancer, there's an answer
Waiting to be found
But it takes years to destroy it
Before that, you might have fallen on the ground

Before everything, when I was little
With no sickness, no pain
Everything felt alright
Until that moment...

Oh, how I'd try to fight it
That deadly weapon
That causes death, sorrow
And sickness in our minds

It made me cut out my heart
And scar my arms...
To this day, I can't forget
Depression... the knife in my life.

Darkness and decay, echoes and sorrow,
Sucked in and never pulled out
What was I to do, other than
Hold on to that knife?

That knife that almost killed me
The blood loss... the fatigue
My heart shattered...I could
Paint a picture with that deadly brush

To this day, I still have sorrow
Buried deep inside my heart
I have a little more control
Until I cry

Until they tease me again
Until I get hit
Until someone dies
I'll survive a while

Because, these days, that knife burned in hell
And I held on to my true friends, instead
To this day, I'm okay
I finally dropped the knife.