The knife in my heart-
Put there by the ones that pulled it out-
I was confused from the start,
But always thought I would be strong...
I guess that's only part...
My sin and my salvation;
It's awful when you know the truth,
But could I find a new conclusion?
No, what's real is real, and this is it-
This, the purpose for my execution.
I just can't breathe;
The knife is bleeding out my life,
But I can't leave...
So I stay with the dagger in my heart...
I guess death will be my relief.