Muse
...musing since January 18, 2004
The Edge of the Knife
6.16.03

The night revives me
In the darkness I feel my life
Holding me in its hands
Etching along the knife

The edge breaks
My heart aches
I know what I must do

I'm dying for what killed me
Living for what I could not face in life
I'm holding onto the night time
Etching the edge of the knife

I know this feeling
It's like being stabbed in the heart
All you can do is hold on tight
Or else you might fall apart

I'm screaming for something more
In this pointless world of mine
Everything's gone and turned grey
But I'll play along, pretend I'm fine

I often wonder what it would be like
To have somebody who really did care
But I'm just holding on to the knife
Fighting off my endless despair

I know this feeling
It's like being stabbed in the heart
All you can do is hold on tight
Or else you might fall apart

When somebody loves you
All you can see is what you call the truth
But it's hardly ever truly true
It's just love playing its little game with you

The knife is hard to etch
When it's slipping from my hands
Bloodstained and empty
I can't reach the edge
The blade's dull
It bends and folds
And my heart could not twist anymore

I know this feeling
It's like being stabbed in the heart
All you can do is hold on tight
Or else you might fall apart

I didn't use to be like this
Lonely and depressed
But now I'm losing touch
Etching the edge of the knife

I know this feeling

I know this feeling
It's like being stabbed in the heart
All you can do is hold on tight
Or else you just might fall apart

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