Ida

It's useless to hesitate, when knife's to the bone, it always strikes too late, never safe to heed, where I've been going, no one makes me bleed, always keep open the lanes, where you slay your ghosts, no matter what others say, I'm gone from that scene, just meet me alone, my turn now to plead, when I'm delicate, a tune with broken tones, please don't demonstrate, I want to succeed, God accepts what I've done, like the wind in the trees, can you understand ?