Knife

16/5/11
Betrayed again in such a nice place
where holding hands no longer means a thing,
Showed the truth again, why can’t I take
the fact that you’re not a single thing you say,

With one hand you hold mine
with the other you knife my,
With one hand you stroke
with the other you knife my,

Rumours are taken as the only truth
so divine are all your crazy messed up lies,
I just don’t want to believe that you don’t
believe in me, that you will never, no you won’t,

With one hand you hold mine
with the other you knife my,
With one hand you stroke
with the other you knife my,

Well you may as well have scissor hands
for all the pain you throw through me,
With one hand you hold mine so delicate,
with the other you work the knife in,
With one hand you stroke so gentle,
with the other you twist the knife in,

With one hand you held mine,
with the other you held a constant knife,
With one hand you stroked
with the other one you knifed my spine

so I couldn’t move away from you,
And now you’re hand is just back in mine,
The rumours, the lies I take as fact,
You paralysed my resilience.