The Knife , The Day You Left
This knife cut's my skin
I sit here and let it bleed
But the cut doesn't hurt
The day you left me hurt bad
It was like taking a bullet to the chest
It was cutting my heart out and smashing it
I would have rather been shot in the head
Then feel you walk away
I sit in a endless nightmare
I lost the grip on life I once had
You was the sunlight in my world
Now it's like living in hell
Replaying were it went wrong
I take this knife to my skin
I bleed the pain away
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