A Knife in the Back

Is it cold enough to breathe?
 Could I move without the pain?
 Did someone call my name?
 Is that the sun or does it rain?
 When I'm on my feet again
 And soar on my wings
 Every cloud turns to black
 I feel the knife in my back
 When you turn to walk away
 When you least expect it
 It's the closest one to stab
 The knives in your back
 Beneath the surge it's clear
 No fear whence here's no hope
 It's everytime I rise above
 Oh, when I can't seem to cope
 When I'm on my feet again
 And soar on my wings
 Every cloud turns to black
 I feel the knife in my back
 When you turn to walk away
 When you least expect it
 It's the closest one to stab
 The knives in your back
 Am I asleep or were you here?
 I don't want to be awake
 I wish that I could speak
 But if I could is it too late?
 Within my misery, I am free
 Underneath the fear and dark I am me
 When I'm on my feet again
 And soar on my wings
 Every cloud turns to black
 I feel the knife in my back
 When you turn to walk away
 When you least expect it
 It's the closest one to stab
 The knives in your back