Knife
By LoveBug
The knife she’s holding in her handIs the one she stabbed in my backYes that’s my blood And the things she’s screamingoh so loudly-those areThe words aimed at my soulI close my eyes really tightAnd pray she’ll be gone when I wake upBut then I realizeI’m not asleepAnd it wasn’t A dreamShe is chasing meThrough my lifeIn my headIn my dreamsIn my mindParading Around With my heart On a stickAnd letting People admire myTearsThe OnesThatRunDownTo My Toes Written February 1st, 1999 © on Oct 11 2001 01:31 PM PST 0 • 1
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"The knife she’s holding in her handIs the one she stabbed in my backYes that’s my blood And the things she’s screamingoh so loudly-those areThe words aimed at my soulI close my eyes really tightAnd pray she’ll be gone when I wake upBut then I realizeI’m not asleepAnd it wasn’t A dreamShe is chasing meThrough my lifeIn my headIn my dreamsIn my mindParading Around With my heart On a stickAnd letting People admire myTearsThe OnesThatRunDownTo My Toes..."