What Could Have Been

Today I got a knife
It seems to be alive
Don't tell me what I know
I just want to do so

The hills are black tonight
Those hills are the blackest ones

The air comes in cold
I like the smell of dead old trees
Maybe tomorrow I'll be dead
So there's just one thing left to do

You're what I was looking for today
Those hills are the blackest ones tonight
Writing a message...
...to leave friends with a sweet goodbye
This is what I have to do

Now I know I'm not alone
Even if I still feel so cold
But think to what could have been
I wish I had another life...