The words cut like knives.

The actions cut like swords.

And I stand here...

bleeding.

By myself.

With no one to hold me,

And no one to love me.

Your words cut like knives,

Your actions cut like swords.

Yet I still stand here.

Crying on my own shoulder,

And standing on my own side.

Alone.

Silently smiling to myself,

Cause that's all I'll ever be.

Alone.