Besedila: The Knife. Is It Medicine.

No more tears and you'll be fine
I stay here all night
And when I've stayed all the night
We go out in the morning light
We go out in the morning light

And then you strive to live they day
Don't know how, don't know what to say
Is it medicine or social skill?
Don't have answer and nobody will

Do it screaming or without a word
Being sane is a full time work
Another day has come to an end
Then you start to cry again