Switchblade

Sometimes home feels like a foreign place Sometimes home's a bad memory you can't erase When the whispers in the dark Keep calling out your name And if the walls could talk Reminiscing pain When the loving hurts the most It's the only way to go Like a switchblade made to bleed When the longing hurts the most If separation of souls Are cut by a switch blade made to bleed When the loving hurts the most It's the only way to go Like a switchblade made to bleed When the longing hurts the most If separation of souls Are cut by a switch blade made to bleed