Please take this kinfe from my back

so I may drive it through your cold heart

and let your tears flow like a river racing towards your palms

and empty onto the bed on which we laid for years.

It's been four years and I still haven't forgotten.

When will this river wash away the tears?

It's been four years and I still haven't forgotten.

When will this river wash away the tears?

Please take this knife from my back

so I may drive it through your heart.