And finally comes the day I wish we could have been in silence When all the tears are gone All this time has seen regrets are gone All this guilt is gone Now bitter memories of a non-love Your knife was really sharp and your aim... you're really good at hurting But what else could I do Than cry out to you At the height of my fear And the false love in your eyes All this guilt is gone Now bitter memories of a non-love Your knife was really sharp and your aim... you're really good at hurting You couldn't wound my aching heart Your words would've died On the final bridge The worst is long over I've got the answers to your questions now This bitter memories of a non-love Your knife was really sharp and your aim... your aim.... you're really good at hurting you're really good at hurting