The image of your wrists firmly implanted in my mind,
I search for ways to forget, but satisfaction is one thing I can not find.
down this winding path we all travel and unravel the mysteries and get stung by bees.
Wrists and trees, I remember it all as I fall on my knees, begging you, please,
dont leave me... I climb up, up, up, is 3 meters high enough, or should I keep climbing,
I\'m keeping on climbing but peace of mind is something I\'m not finding...
You\'re trying to joke it away but I am not laughing,
I\'m saying this is impossible this is not happening.
you used to be so close to my side, I never knew that you would wound me in my side,
kick me to my knees and wound my pride, leaving me in the darkness alone to hide.
wrists and trees, down on my knees, please... dont leave me.