A knife stabbed through my heart,
I'm lying on the floor,
soon the light turns to dark,
you stumble out the door.
The wound; it is still mending,
and the assailant I still see,
yes it is him I am defending...
I thought he once loved me.
The pain it seems to linger
and hurts worse than it did before,
but there's no sense in pointing fingers.
We both helped slam the door.
I know that I share in the blame
but I still see you as the one.
Do you think we can be the same
and work through what we have done?
I miss you in my life
and the moments that we shared.
The way you'd make me feel alright...
It showed me someone cared.
I want another chance at love
but to say this out loud I must refrain.
So in my heart your knife I'll shove,
and dead on the floor shall love remain.
