How do I do this?
How can I pull the shadows from my veins?
With every drop of red I find a little blue,
and the more of me I find, the more I find of you.

Take the knife in hand and cut it out,
but I rid myself of what?
Too deep, you have gone too deep
Now I will have to live with you there
within my keep.

If only worlds had never known
and feet had never tread.
If only two nights had never met
and those words had never been said.