Knives are the words you speak to me
As I tremble in the wake of your disdain...

Always a free heart
Bleeding on the sleeve...

You kick me while I'm down
Then you help me up and brush me off...

So beautiful in its simplicity
Everyone yearns and searches for it...

Paint thy darkness
With shimmering stars...

The tears that I have spilled
From my burning eyes...

Fallen from grace
You scream to me...