I know, but it seems to not.
I try, even if i fail a lot.

In this river of life.
I cry, wounded by a knife.

I cover my fears.
Just by some fake tears.

My heart's beating fast.
Triying to forget the past.

My worries flatter from my mind,
  And now i'm lost, i'm blind.
I'm a ghost, in this tind.

I would say i'm triying,
But i know i'm liying.

i would want to touch a star.
Even if it's very far.

hard to believe,
More easier to leave.
But much better to live.