There's a Life and the Knife

Happy to forget about something that I don't even want to say for now

Can you hear me?

People hates the hatred, people likes to fake it

There's a lot in my mind. They come and go and come and go again.

They like a  bunch of picture from the past when I'm trying to remember or forget

There's a little pretty girl, there's a music, and everything comes on the ground of my brain

There's a life, and the knife.

But I don't want to go out and stab anything that I've got to hate

I just want to sing it all, sing it all night long, night and day

Until somebody comes to tell me it's wrong

or they don't care about anything at all

I will understand

Yes, I will understand.

But I will never stop to sing, never hates the hatred, and never likes to fake it.

And it could be a mistake.