Prolog

THERE AREN'T MUCH WORDS NOW TO SAY
I'VE JUST SITTING THERE SOMEDAY
AND WROTE DOWN WHAT'S IN MY HEAD
WRITING WORDS I'VE NEVER SAID
AND AS I WATCHED WHAT I HAD DONE
I SMILED AND THOUGHT IT WASN'T WRONG
BECAUSE WHAT'S WRITTEN THERE IN INK
IS HOW I FEEL AND HOW I THINK
EMOTIONS AND AGRESSIONS TOO
WRITE IT DOWN, THATS WHAT I DO
REMINDERS OF THE PAST
SO MY THOUGHTS GOT NEVER LOST AT LAST
I OPEN HERE FOR YOU MY LIFE
FOR WHAT I LIVE, FOR WHAT I STRIFE
FOR WHAT I SMILE, FOR WHAT I CRY
FOR WHAT'S THE TRUTH AND WHAT'S A LIE
ASK THE REASON AND I WILL KNOW
YOU'RE UNDERSTANDING WHAT I SHOW
A SIMPLE LOOK AND YOU WILL SEE
WHAT'S BURIED DEEP INSIDE OF ME
AND I DON'T CARE IF YOU THINK BAD
OF ALL THE WORDS I WROTE AND SAID
'COS THAT'S THE WAY I LIVE MY LIFE
ONE HAND'S OPEN, OTHER HOLD'S A KNIFE
ONE DAY LAUGHTER, ONE DAY RAIN
ONE DAY GREAT AND ONE DAY PAIN
BUT ONE THING I STILL WANT COMMENT
THERE IS NO START WITHOUT AN END!