I used to think that it all had a plan,
That it was good and it was evil,
And you pick your own route.

But nothing ever sets you up for the pain,
Nothing battles that war for you.
You have to do it on your own.
You find a way to meet the fear,
To compress it somehow.
You push it to the back of your mind,
But it just won’t leave you.
Like a knife finding the heart,
It will eventually make you bleed.

It’s the most painful thing to watch.
I view the ache from a window
That changes the look with the blinds.
I know there is something more
But I can’t ever see clearly.
That knife that is slowly going into your chest,
Is a blade that is sharp,
But we can make it dull again.
You’ve just got to open the blinds,
Let me see clearly.
Let me hold the knife with you.