• It wasn't the first time.
    Maybe first time this week,
    But probably the seventh time this month.

    I didn't get it.
    Even when he cheated,
    She took him back.

    She always had an excuse.
    Or he would say he's sorry,
    And he would never do it again.

    But he did do it again.
    Lying, cheating, stealing, hurting,
    She took him back anyway.

    Cause for some reason she saw a sick dog.
    And the rest of us saw the real him -
    The him that only cared for her if she said 'let's have sex'.

    It didn't make sense.
    We tried to tell her she deserved better,
    But she just couldn't see.

    She was blind.
    Blind by a love that stabbed her in the back,
    day in and day out love's knife would cut her and she'd bleed blood only I could see.

    Or maybe she was just playing a blind child.
    She was too scared to see the truth,
    So she closed her eyes and turned away letting the cuts get deeper and deeper.

    And he kept stabbing her with love's knife.
    He grew addicted to it,
    To her silent cries and her endless tears

    Finally, she told him enough was enough.
    So love stabbed her one last time -
    And this time, everyone saw blood.