• The knife sank in, turning my shirt crimson red
    The words spilling from his mouth like an incurable disease and spread
    My jaw was locked and set and all I could was listen
    When I what I really wanted to do was bash his face in
    How could he not know me after so long?
    How could his impression of me be so terribly wrong?
    But as I sit there the knife keeps turning
    And the tears in my eyes keep burning