Why does this dagger in my heart,
Burrow itself deep,
Whenever I try to pull it out,
It's painless.
now that it's gone,
Too deep.
I can feel it on the other side.
Poking out like a silver wing,
I need a pair to fly,
Will you be the death of me ?
Why does this dagger in my heart,
Burrow itself deep,
Whenever I try to pull it out,
It's painless.
now that it's gone,
Too deep.
I can feel it on the other side.
Poking out like a silver wing,
I need a pair to fly,
Will you be the death of me ?