You stab me with a blunt blade
And I didn't think that it would hurt
But in reality, it could
The first time it left a bruise
Contently reminding
The second time a small cut
That stung often
The third time it was deep
And much blood was spilt
The fourth time it wouldn't heal
It made me weak and frail
Oh, blunt blade
Please go away
They say your words can't hurt
But their making me insane
Driving me to think
Oh, the things that shouldn't be
thought
Why do you think its so funny
