Twisting the knife

There is a dagger in my chest
Taste of blood in my mouth
I cannot feel, I cannot fall asleep
I'm just a shadow of what I've been
And thinking about you is

twisting the knife

And oh, you were so right...

I dream of you when alone
Imagining every detail of your face
I could get down on my knees
And beg just for a little kiss
If it wasn't for my pride
And looking at you is

twisting the knife

And oh, you were so right...

This desire is so intense, it almost comes to life
Blurring my vision, turning me into a walking flame
You cease to be an ordinary man
Become the incarnation of beauty itself
And you are now more out-of-reach than before
And talking to you is

twisting the knife

And oh, you were so right...

You were so right, about what you told me that night
It would be like water to the fire
Or maybe causing more damage than mere pain
But I think I'll still try again
Waiting for a more suitable time
Because even trying not to think is

twisting the knife

And oh, you were maybe not so right...