You were my first and only love,
With you my heart would soar above
Around you I would always smile
But this love's sweet taste has now turned vile.

My love has met with its demise,
You see its death within my eyes
And that which once was strong and bright
Has now become a thing of blight.

You were too blind to see the truth
And now you're like an aching tooth
A throbbing pain insie my heart
A disease with which I have to part.

So please, my love, pick up your knife
And cut me right out of your life.
Don't come knocking at my door,
I don't want to see you anymore.

I mourn the loss of love so great
But in its place there now is hate
And I can finally go on
Now that you, my source of pain, are gone.