Nunca mas...

I'm trying to fight against you and your look, but every time I see you I feel a knife in my throat just cuttin' and you are wondering if I'm ok. I've been living in a house but this is not my home, I feel alone every second, my room is cold, i'm crying and you are wondering if I'm ok. I look around and I know you're not here, i'm getting colser and closer to the edge... you can't stop me, you just can see me crying and yelling your name in the darkness and you are wondering if I'm ok. I feel a cold whisper. I don't want to lie again, but I can't say the truth. I have a knife on my right hand and i'm watching my veins, please help me. The cutting edge is cold and i'm shaking . With every word another feeling dies.