If I had a knife, I wouldn't hesitate
to swing it in your direction
with all my sorrow and distaste
to stab you in the face
for there is pain in solace
there is relief in pain

The knife will be as sharp
as the hate you planted in my heart,
will be as cold as the ice you forgot
to thaw in my mind, the knife
will kill every piece of what
was left of you

I'll stab it over and over again,
over all the practiced lies you said
all the phony stories you made
for there is truth in destruction
there is power in shame

I will not stop until all the blood
you sucked from me comes out
and you're paler than the moon
you once promised to take home
but you didn't, I will not stop
'til I've drawn every stolen drop

You know I had a knife before
I had the chance to use it
but I stabbed it on my own
I wished I had known
and I realized all along
that stabbing your own heart
makes you want to do it more