Sometimes I long for the pain
My memory is stuck on the scratching curved knife
That painful memory was all for me, that pain was my life
Sometimes my life is now a dark cave, a blind alley off sadness and sorrow
Empty memory's after the pain is now all that is left, the scars on my wrist is a reminder off what I was

Sometimes I i feel incomplete, feel like damage goods
I did live my life for so long for that pain, for my blood on the curved knife

But fuck it!
I will leave this cave
I can't live my life for pain, its condemned to a dark memory

I can't live for pain, I will live it for life instead