Wake up in the middle of ascending in the night. With some tears on my pillow and this blood on my knife. And my soul has stained the sheets but they're pulled off to the side. Who's blood could this be, is it yours or is it mine. Take the knife and twist it. Where's my heart you missed it. You know I don't wanna die but baby you insist it. Breathing is a luxury that I just shouldn't have. My heart just keeps on beating and it's more than you can stand.