...years passed ...and me?..
years of disgust...disease...while the unhappiness took my life and taste for anything
I used to have a knife my friend- sharp and nice
I had a friend and shoes so I went where they´d go
I had yellow shoes-beautifull
I´ll give you those
If you know me a bit
and the pain´s not gone, just released a little
eased
thanks to the knife of a living
I was alive
forgiving
scars, see what they are , the knife that heals suffering inside
a scar in the heart of what is to die...