You are the dearest knife
That ever cut me down
To size or just another
Stupid man, who bleeds
Blue for you and sighs.
Outside where you win
Is inside where I go to die.
Truth? I am tired of this life.
No no, not that! Cut me up,
another slice.
Pay this no mind. I have none left,
Or soul but just this scream
and softly sing for you.