• I hold this blade in my hands
    In hopes that you can see,
    All the hopes, all the dreams
    that you crushed in me.

    I hold this blade up to your throat
    in hopes that you can feel,
    All the bruises, all the cuts
    All the times you've screamed
    and made my head reel.

    I slide this blade down your neck
    In hopes that you will die,
    For all the times you've hurt me,
    my friends, for all the times
    You've made me
    Cry.