I'm sorry I can't understand
How does it feel to hold the hilt
To stab over and over again, yet devoid of any guilt
I see you have more of them dangling
All of the twenty knives... and counting...
I will take them my whole life
The life that is draining from me
For your knives are more than twenty
Keep stabbing me, inflict me pain
When the bleeding stop, stab me again
And I'm sorry I can't understand
Forgive me, it's too hard to comprehend
Why can't you throw your twenty knives away
And walk with me to a new day
I'm sorry I can't see it your way
All those time, did you say
'It's just a knife, and nothing more'
'And I ain't stabbing you like before'
No, I'm sorry...
I don't know how you feel
How you need those twenty blades of steel
How you think my wounds aren't real
It's killing me, and it will
Yes, I'm so sorry I don't know why
You won't let this tears dry
Hold my hands, give it a try
Throw the twenty knives away, we'll pass by