I'm bleeding empty before everybody's eyes,
But they can't ever see,
How that knife goes round, and round,
And is slowly killing me.

I cringe and crawl in search for help,
But no one can hear me scream,
I cry and beg, "please save my life",
And pray it's just a dream.

I want to fight, but the knife it hurts,
So I fall to the ground, to lay there and die,
And people they gather, around my body,
But still they're still not helping, they won't even try.

In real life, the knife is always there,
It's stuck in my heart and it's staying there,
But it's the same old story, when people look at me,
They don't look past the person they want me to be.

And the blood is not really floating out my veins,
But to me it feels like I'm running empty, from all this hurt,
Yet all people see is the colour of my sweater still being bright,
Not soaking wet and red, not filthy from being dragged through the dirt,

The knives are everywhere, one more for every move I make,
One more for every time it seems I'll finally stand up,
Because that's how my life works, it's watching me break,
One more, one more, life is the stabber and it won't stop.

Something always hurts, my whole body aches,
But you will never look at me and see how much it breaks,
Because all people really see is a woman that's alive,
I wish that they would know, I'm slowly dying from this knife...

Mickey Heart