The Kitchen Knife

You never hear me through
When I try to talk
About the situation
Before you walk

I loved you
I love you

It's hard to understand you
When you talk to me
Id rather keep the silence
And live in peace

You never hear me through
When I try to talk
About the situation
Before you walk

Its not that I don't blame you
For you pain we face
Id love to walk right back
To those perfect days

And now I sit here staring
On a kitchen knife
I see your blood on my hands
I had to end the strife

Till death do us part
Till death do us part

A crime of passion
The passion of crime