by Dep

You know what lurks inside
A hatred, an anger
A desire (for revenge)
A desire (for the past)

You know of the knife
That twists in my back
Your delicate fingers on the hilt
You, of all people

Oh yes, I see your reason
I see the man beside you
Who can do what I cannot
But you could have spoken

Instead, the knife I see
Now deep inside of me
But it matters not now
I simply do not care

What is betrayal to me now
I, who've seen it before
No, I no longer care
Go, twist the knife again

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