Twisting the knife (2)

I decided to put an end to this
Forget about all that pain you caused
And all the confusion it brings
I finally realized that continuing that way
Wouldn't get me neither revenge nor relief
Because seeing you again was
twisting the knife...

It was all nice and sweet
When you were out-of-reach like a star
Like the wind that caressed my hair
But impossible to touch or hold
Like the view of the sun going down
Painfully beautiful but just to be watched
So trying to feel you was
twisting the knife...

A kiss was taking the knife away
Holding your hand made me forget
That the left wound was bleeding all over
And the next day I was already too exhausted
To be able to think or reason
So I asked the dagger back
But now that my mind is pretty clear
I realize that my heart is already healed
And talking to you again would be
twisting the knife...

One of those men you are,
"Stay Away" written all over your presence
With big bold letters
But your beauty blurred it all
Made me act irresponsible, stupid
The story ends here, no more words to write
Anyway, thinking what would happen if... is
twisting the knife...