Knife

I take my knife
i draw the blade
deep into my skin
as i start to fade

faster and faster
my heart runs cold
i am doing this
because of what i have been told

how could you do this?
how could you hurt me so?
why didn't you tell me?
why couldn't I know?

you took a blade
you took my knife
you invited me over
and you took your life

what am i supped to do?
what should i say?
should i just sit here

you left me broken
you left me battered
you took your life
and you left me shattered