Those four words, those four words
Cut through my heart like a knife through warm butter
Leaving a gaping chasm
Now I stand, soulless and heart-broken
And although in pain, nothing can pain me no more
Those four words, those four words
Shredded my heart like scissors through paper
They scattered the pieces far
Now I stand, a dark and empty corpse
And although in pain, nothing can pain me no more.
Those four words, those four words
Cut through my heart like a knife through warm butter
And lifeless I lay; until that same blade does mend me.
