A Thousand Knives

Love isn't nice It isn't pleasant like your dreams It's like a thousand knives The second you see them One is jammed into your heart And when they speak to you There is one stuck in your throat Your lungs burn with every breath Eyes sting with them in sight Many sleepless nights Because of the thought of them But then again Your stomach twists and heart aches When you try so desperately To convince yourself you don't love them Walking by them there are knives in your feet And they make you want to jump high And just fly... fly away with them But still with every knife The more you feel the love The more you need them with every breath Love isn't nice But still when you have it You'll know it Because it's worth a thousand knives