if you had stabbed me with a knife
it couldn't hurt any worse
if you knocked me down on the ground
at least I could have gotten up
if you split a piece of my skin
at least I could stop the blood flowing
if you stepped on my toes
it might even have done me some good
but some things don't heal
some things never heal
a broken heart sometimes
takes years to mend
but it eventually does
I've seen it too many times
felt it many lifetimes over
still, a wound is a wound is a wound
and some stab much deeper
some tears a person to shreds
some wounds don't heal
and it's sad to think of those kinds
but they're there
they pull you down
even when all else goes well
but the deep wounds
have a tendency
to make us forget the good things
if you had stabbed me with a knife
at least my heart could rest