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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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