I feel your knife as it goes right in,
cut to my core, but i am not bleeding.
All that you say trying to make me small...
Well, the bigger you get, the harder you fall.

You use your words as a weapons, Dear.
But your blades don't hurt, when you have no fear.
You think that you're deep under my skin,
you're trying to keep me suffering.

If you use your words as a weapon,
then as a weapon, I'll shed no tears.

You have my heart, but I lock it up.
This burning flame has been burnt enough.
My window's cracked - they can be replaced,
but your arm will tire, throwing stones my way.

You use your words as a weapons, Dear.
But your blades don't hurt, when you have no fear.
You think that you're deep under my skin,
you're trying to keep me suffering.

If you use your words as a weapon,
then as a weapon, I'll shed no tears.

You use your words as a weapons, Dear.
But your blades don't hurt, when you have no fear.
You think that you're deep under my skin,
you're trying to keep me suffering.

If you use your words as a weapon,
then as a weapon, I'll shed no tears.

I'll shed no tears.