Holding the silver knife
You had yours and I mines
Shiny as dimes
My eyes fooled me
And as your anger poured out
All I could think was about the twinkling lights
All those times I'd suffered but been determined
Even if I had
To sacrifice me I'd help you
Cause what else could my life mean
Not like I found any quality in me
And then I realized every single thing I wrote
The way you looked at me
How I spoke
You were just repeatedly stabbing me and I had my hand on the knife