One more time.

Stab me one more time in the dainty heart,
With stories of a day gone by,
Of his lustful thoughts or wandering hand
In tandem with his midnight eye.
Stab me one more time in the dainty heart,
With the truth behind his mould,
That he climbs into everytime I leave,
How I long to believe that his hands are cold.
Stab me one more time in the dainty heart,
With anecdotes of the air hostess,
How he grazed with more than empty words
Her potent, branded chest.
Stab me one more time in the dainty heart,
With a promise: he was never true,
Tell me: he is fine, you are wasting time,
Girl, he was never in love with you.

Junkheart.

You know that I'm in love with you,
Know I always will be.
Haunted by the same dreams,
Hunted by the memory.

You know what I think we should do?
Take a train down to the sea;
Desperate times, desperate measures,
The rain washing over me.

It's the words and pictures that I see,
Flashing images of 'could have been's.
Every iota synonymous,
Every heartbeat a weakening.

It feels like the evening coming closer,
Draw me like a shawl around you.
It's a beautiful sunset, still the sun goes down.

But the sun is new each morning,
Like the mercies of our Saviour.
Is it that the winter's freeze,
Has paralysed this destiny?

Tell me that you love me forever,
And go without another word.
With our hands holding tight together,
Out into the new world.

When you're standing on the edge of nothing,
Tell me I was right to kill.
When you know that I'm in love with you,
Stepping out into the thin air.

And I'm terrified of what I did,
For you'll never take me back now.

I believe again?