knife

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A song from January ... Kinda a letter to myself - i wrote this one after my maths teacher had told me that his wife writes those "letters to myself" whenever she feels sad.


Verse 1

Sweet girl, why, why are you looking down that way?
Sweet girl, why, why are you crying though you had a good day?
Or is it just what you said?

Sweet girl, what, what's these words coming out your mouth?
Sweet girl, what, what happened that you just can't say it out loud?
Or is it what they did?

Pre-Chorus

If only you could talk 'bout how you really feel
And if only you could see that some things you think aren't real

Chorus

One person can change everything in your life
They can destroy it, they can try to fix it up
But once the damage is done, it feels like that cut with that knife

Verse 2

Sweet girl, why, why are you hiding from them?
Sweet girl, why, why are you doing this to your friends?
Or are they worth it?

Sweet girl, how, how can you live with that expression on your face?
Sweet girl, how, how do you manage keeping up that facade?
Or is it collapsing?

Pre-Chorus

If only you could talk 'bout how you really feel
And if only you could see that some things you think aren't real

Chorus

One person can change everything in your life
They can destroy it, they can try to fix it up
But once the damage is done, it feels like that cut with that knife

Bridge

But every time you tryna talk your voice breaks
And every time you do it right it's a mistake

Why are there no happy people?
Why are there no happy people?

Every time you think of it, your face cracks
Every time you tryna stop, you relapse

Why are there no happy people?
Why are there no happy people?

Pre-Chorus

If only you could talk 'bout how you really feel
And if only you could see that some things you think aren't real

Chorus

One person can change everything in your life
(Why are there no happy people?)
They can destroy it, they can try to fix it up
(Why are there no happy people?)
But once the damage is done, it feels like that cut with that knife
(Why are there no happy people?)

Outro

But once the damage is done, it feels like that cut with that knife
With that knife
Why are there no happy people?


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