• You cut down deep,
    Deep into my core,
    With the knife of love,
    A painful knife I have felt cut me before.
    I can't see,
    I can't breathe,
    Your love is killing me,
    And I'd do anything,
    To make you stop using me.
    I love you for all the right reasons,
    And you don't even love me at all,
    Because you make me feel like my soul is twisting,
    Like I'm breaking,
    And now you've left me broken and bleeding.
    Love creates and takes lives,
    It is like a knife,
    Creating and yet killing,
    Helping us to kill,
    But also to survive...