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Godess with a bloody knife
Why is it that every Godess, walks into my life,
then with out a warning, they leave with my bloody knife.
The knife i kept from the last broken heart,
i saved it, to protect myself, from the hurt.
Swearing to never, feel this pain again,
oh here it goes, once again.
They walk into my life,
like walking into a room,
no doors in their way, to block their path.
They stay for a little while, letting me live again,
letting me sing again, letting me love again,
then they see me smile, they see the happyness in my eyes,
and they want to steal the light.
They put me back in the darkness,
they let me feel the pain again,
they let the strengh bend, the weakness begins again.
They stab my heart, over and over again,
i fall to the floor, holding my chest,
as the blood, flows steadily through my cold fingers,
and the light drains from my eyes,
and my love says goodbye,
all because of a Godess, that stole my knife.
