My Knife




I had a knife,
She wasn't mine,
She cut away the
boredom
monotony
redundancy

I lost a knife,
She didn't leave,
It all built up the
boredom
monotony
redundancy

I found a knife,
Now it's too late,
I wish she could still cut away the
boredom
monotony
redundancy

I had a knife,
and my knife had me,
but it's too late now,
such a shame,
I'll miss that knife.