And they say you’ll learn to trust again,
you’ll learn to loosen the bonds of your heart.
But how can I forget all the time I spent
knitting my wounds closed?
As much as the dagger that you sent wheeling into my heart hurt,
those stitches hurt as hell too.
Because each stitch I knitted carried with it a memory of us together,
the places we’d been,
the songs we’d listened to,
the friends we’d shared,
the streets we’d walked too.
I could still hear, see, taste and feel you ages after,
and everytime I got to getting over you,
I’d hear a laugh that sounded like you.
So please don’t tell me to trust again,
please don’t tell me to fall in love.
I don’t want to hate another name,
I won’t take chances with those daggers,
because to me you’re all the same.