There's a dagger with my name on it
At the crossing where love meets hate
Where waiting is just a game
Bleeding is just fate
I won't bleed a lot, there isn't a drop saved
Stabbed in the back through my heart
I'm just tearful gushing gapes
I don't think I'm mad but then
If breath is a sigh of madness
I'm too tired and too spent to pretend
I'll walk straight into its blade
The spiders in vain have spun
Unkindness is not ordinarily made
There isn't anywhere to run
