The knife is so close, yet so far,

this will leave on my heart a scar.

This wouldn't be the first scar on my heart,

ever since we grew apart.

I can't say I don't still like you,

but I also hate theses things you do.

Every time I close my eyes, I think of being dead,

just to see the holes in your hands as they bled.

My heart heals slowly, carefully, painfully,

The consequences come back awfully.

I came to a fork in my path,

and now I have to face the wrong decisions wrath.

Choose the correct road,

trust me, He will lift your load.

I went through a lot of trouble to find this out,

for the consequences I knew not about.

The mistakes I can finally now see,

for I can never live without the Lord and me.