And I thought the sharper the knife, the easier it was to pry me open.
That my bones were surface deep and the skin would've peeled off immediately,
That your words would've revealed me bare. And your love wouldn't make the stitches hurt.
But the scalpel was dull and your handiwork was crude.
You cut me up, just to leave me hollow and vulnerable.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 10:14 AM UTC
And I thought the sharper the knife, the easier it was to pry me open.
That my bones were surface deep and the skin would've peeled off immediately,
That your words would've revealed me bare. And your love wouldn't make the stitches hurt.
But the scalpel was dull and your handiwork was crude.
You cut me up, just to leave me hollow and vulnerable.
