Can Scarred Legs Keep Their Cantor? - Knives Exchanging Hands

This time you won’t be the one

To take it all away from me

As I fall to my knees in anguish

How could have ever known what this truly did to me?

I ran until there was no choice left

But to prevail in your misbegotten destruction

All this scarred me, on to my lack of feeling

And your blood can’t release the poison

Your eyes are so cold

You’re left alone by those who loved you

So that you may choose your death

I never thought scarred legs could carry me this far

On to your final resting place

I watched you die

Your heart bleeds like paper mache

I watch you die more each day

Without you here, we still remain

You’re dead to me