Knives

Every time I fall in love, 
I end up crashing from high above,
Stuck in the heart with a knife, 
Slowly seeping out my life. 

Say you love me, get real close,  
Take away what I want most, 
Little by little make me die,
Let loose, let the knives fly. 

Then to make it go away, to get some peace,
I take up my own knife, just for release, 
Then you freak out, you ask me why,
As if you never dropped my from the sky!

Knife in my heart, knife down my arm, 
Which is the greater of the harm? 
Don't tell me to stop now, fix what you've done! 
Only now, I think that love is gone. 

Stab something enough and it will die, 
Can't work no matter how hard it try, 
Did you break my ability to feel?
Now I can't tell if anything is real. 

I pick up my knife just one more time, 
Something I can feel, let out the pressure that'd climb, 
Now I've found, however sad, 
If you hurt me then I die, if I hurt me i feel glad.