Oh! Sweet knife, my blade of pain
Even you couldn’t cut me so deep
My heart’s been torn and bleeds again
From these vessels, love’s blood will seep
Your blade so sharp, yet smoothly chiseled
Poking into the depths of my soul
Drawing my crimson blood from my body’s warmth
Dripping out into the frosty cold
My eyes, like glass fixed in a glaze
Lips, a palish frigid blue
Numb all over, in a deathly daze
But my heart still beats for you
Come to my side, save me now
From this wretched lonesome fate
Hear these cries in my tears I drown
Revive my heart before it’s too late
Sweet knife! Cut me a thousand times
It will hurt far less than this pain
With one cut; remove this hurt of mine
Leaving nothing but a scar and a stain
Because even this knife is dull and weak
Compared to the pain inside my heart
That shiny blade could make me bleed
But only you could tear me apart