With a knife in the heart i was born
And every single day i bleed alone,
Crying in the dark of my home.

With a knife in the heart i see you
and the pain is so intense that i
can hardly see what is true.

With a knife in the heart i trace fate
And i only want to escape but there
Is no door, no exit, no gate.

With a knife in the heart i live
And because of this problem, love
Is not that easy to give.

So i am sorry if i have disappointed you
But be sure i did everything i could
Do to prove myself i loved you too.

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