Sanoja: Dallas Green. Like Knives.

Your words are like knives
They peel the skin and pierce my soul
Your body will learn to love
And now your heart may still let go

And I will blame myself
And I will blame myself for holding on
To what I hope will keep you by my side
And I will blame myself

My sheets are stained with
Memories of your soft kiss
Now this is all I have
Deeper than I can let go and I am aware

And I will blame myself
And I will blame myself for holding on
To what I hope will keep you by my side
And I will blame myself

Can I have you? Can I have you?
Why can't I have you?