Pick up a knife and stab a familiar warm body
Learned to fight before I knew love or bitterness of coffee
Snippy scissors cut down the strings, I set myself free
Only to figure out everything I chose was by proxy
Again and again I climbed
Again and again I have fallen
Again and again I learned
That my bloodied knuckles gave me comfort
Even with all this resentment and anger
It's still much better than feeling nothing at all