Knives

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  • Dedicated to Becca, my "sister by choice" </3
                                    

We traded our hugs and our friendship,

We were supposed to be like sisters,

But now, have you taken a vow of silence?

What is this cold ignorance?

I can't tell why you're trying to hurt me, 

I can only stand and be hurt, 

And if you're looking for the knife that you use to slit your wrists, 

Well, it's stuck in my back, so why don't you come tear it out?

And if you're looking for the knife that you use to slit your wrists, 

Well it's stuck in my back so why don't you come on down? (come on down) 

As we cried on each other's shoulders, 

We made a bloody promise,

"To always be like sisters" 

Well where are we now? Tell me where are we now?

And if you're looking for the knife that you use to slit your wrists, 

Well, it's stuck in my back, so why don't you come tear it out?

And if you're looking for the knife that you use to slit your wrists, 

Well it's stuck in my back so why don't you come on down? (come on down) 

We sang our songs together,

We confided in each other our loves,

Our frienship was dug so deeply,

That's why this hurt goes so deep.

if you're looking for the knife that you use to slit your wrists, 

Well, it's stuck in my back, so why don't you come tear it out?

And if you're looking for the knife that you use to slit your wrists, 

Well it's stuck in my back so why don't you come on down? (come on down) 

Well come on down. Just come on down, would you tell me what you need? would you come on down?

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