Your words are like sharp knife
When you speak it leaves wounds on both sides
Inside it’s building up pain
Inside it’s about to blow up
Sharp knife another cut on the wrist
Sharp knife I cut another vein
People see the cuts on my arm
Some care but most just speak
Those sharp words it’s building up pain
Those sharp words I’m about to blow up
Sharp knife another cut on the wrist
Sharp knife I cut another vein
If people really understood
What their words really did
When they show no remorse
They never know what it’s really like
Cause inside it’s building up pain
Cause inside it’s about to blow up
Sharp knife another cut on the wrist
Sharp knife I cut another vein
Oh hell I cut to deep
I think I’m about to bleed out
Better call 911
Cause I think I’m about to die
Oh hell I finally passed out
But wait I’ve woken up again
I see nothing but white
Is it heaven nope it’s a hospital
I see my mom at my side
Crying that I finally woke up
I thank god for another chance
And your words have finally turned dull
They will never be a sharp knife
They will never cut again
This is one of the few
Stories that turned out ok
And I hope the same for you
Don’t let someone else’s words
Turn into a sharp knife
Randol Albert