sometimes loving you feels like holding on to the sharp end of the knife
I'm waiting...
Waiting for it to cut through my hand

It feels like limbo
some crazy place between life and  death

For some time I thought the problem was with you
Now I know it is with me
I keep crucifying you for the mistakes of the men in my past
Accompanied by some daddy issues

I've decided to let go of the knife
Giving you full control of the object that could end my life

It is up to you to decide
will you end my life or show me the love I believe I deserve?