WiTh ThIs KnIfE*~~*

With this knife
I will be dead
Cut my wrists
Just like a thread

Staying with you
I'll wind up dead
You can only put me down
Upon my face there’s a constant frown

And the sad part
You view it as an art
You locked your heart away
And forever it will stay

Deep down in the cold
While you whither and grow old
Your love will never grow
Your true strength will never show

Ill break away
The edges they will fray
But I will learn to love
To fly to the wonders above