I'm feeling water, not my blood...
I'm feeling knife in vein, my God...
I wanna go away from you
But someone stopping me, I knew...

It makes me feel that I'm dead...
I wanted drink from dear head...
My mother thought that it's the end,
Though you know, I've been in sand...

God wanted me to come today
But I was busy as the play
Have stopped begging all from scratch...
He will see you standing there to catch
All moments from the past you had
That always make you to be sad...