Day Hundred and Eighty Three

Stop saying that I'm sweet like candy,
'cause I'm not who you think I am.
You say that I'm a kind sort of a girl,
but darling, you don't know the truth.
You gotta realise that I'm only nice 'cause

There's a knife embedded deep within
and it connects my heart to yours.
So while it's there deep within the flesh,
it stops my soul from bleeding out.
I'd happily rip it out so I can stab you,
if only I could.

Master of manipulation, you smile so
'cause you think that knife is yours.
My last laugh, the last joke is on you.
I'm a masochist at the most, sweetheart,
the fight is yours, but the war is mine.

There's a knife embedded deep within
and it connects my heart to yours.
So while it's there deep within the flesh,
it stops my soul from bleeding out.
I'd happily rip it out so I can stab you,
if only I could.

One day I'll gather the strength to
break that connection between you and I.
And when that day finally arrives,
I'll finally be free of that bond to do
what I've wished to do for oh so long.

There's a knife embedded deep within
and it connects my heart to yours.
So while it's there deep within the flesh,
it stops my soul from bleeding out.
I'd happily rip it out so I can stab you,
if only I could.

But when I look myself in the mirror,
do I see a monster deep in the glass?
My heart starts to beat by itself
but yours -

There's a knife embedded deep within
and it connects my heart to yours.
So while it's there deep within the flesh,
it stops my soul from bleeding out.
Would I rip it out so I can stab you,
Would I do it?
Would I do it?