The knife has been placed in your hand.
You look at me and know what will be done,
You'll know the tears I've shed,
You'll know the pain I'll feel,
You'll feel sorry for what you did.
You'll feel guilty, the way you led me on.
You'll feel like a thief for knowing what you've taken.
You'll see the hurt in my eyes every time we'll speak.
The disappointment.
The reality of it all
Scares you.
The knife has been placed in your hand.
And with all the bad you've already done,
You can't bring yourself to plunge it down,
Deep,
Into my core.
Where life begins
And where you've made all your sins.
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 1:11 AM UTC
The knife has been placed in your hand.
You look at me and know what will be done,
You'll know the tears I've shed,
You'll know the pain I'll feel,
You'll feel sorry for what you did.
You'll feel guilty, the way you led me on.
You'll feel like a thief for knowing what you've taken.
You'll see the hurt in my eyes every time we'll speak.
The disappointment.
The reality of it all
Scares you.
The knife has been placed in your hand.
And with all the bad you've already done,
You can't bring yourself to plunge it down,
Deep,
Into my core.
Where life begins
And where you've made all your sins.
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