The last time (maybe?)

Everything has changed,
But my life stayed the same,
The same old blows to my back,
By knifes already stained with my blood.

I've wasted enough of my time,
Chasing, waiting, wanting you,
It's over (it's over)
No more running from the truth.

I don't need to shout,
To show how much I want you dead,
My words should be enough to reveal,
All the screaming I already do in my head.