Forget...

When the sun goes down, 

behind your head,

you are standing on your own,

and feel a little dead.

 

When the wine runs through your veins,

instead of blood,

and that "something", which caused this bane,

is buried in the mud.

Then there is the time to call yourself free,

and express all your thoughts and how you feel. 

Then there is the time to go further in your life,

and forget, that once, you held a knife.