My heart in your hands you seem to hold
a knife in your pocket or so I'm told
stab wounds: one two or maybe a few
as the last drop of blood drips out for you
that knife through my back it pierced my heart
the words you said it made the timer start
keep going, keep talking your going to lose
its you or me, so hurry and choose.
either way I'm out I'm done
somewhere inside i feel Ive won
hard enough to get over you
even harder to forget the things we used to do
my heart did break among other things
you made me sad, took away my wings
here from heaven i was truly sent for
not only for you but also for more
to help and to heal in your time of need
not the whole tree but i gave you a seed
grow up to heal and to hold
to help you when life gets so cold
job is failed and now i die
no tears from you never want to see you cry.
