You Cut Me (The Knife Don't Know)

The other day I had the nonsense phrase "The knife doesn't know you cut me," stuck on repeat in my mind. It sounded to me like the refrain of a black comedy country song - and that's what it became. I hope you like it. 

Inanimate objects don't know the things we know
the rocks and stones can't feel when the winter storms do blow
I don't blame the knife you carried; it was completely unaware
The knife don't know you cut me, but you don't care. 

I ain't sayin' I was easy, only that you were unkind
you never let me hear the music playin' in your mind
or was it that you had no songs, no melody of your own 
and that's why you would cut me to the bone? 

You, you cut me, cut me to watch me bleed
You, you cut me, I'd show you the scars but there's no need
Maybe you won't hear it but darlin' I gotta' share: 
The knife don't you you cut me, it's you that doesn't care. 

Your lips were hard as iron, your kisses cold and sharp
you never let me hear the beating of your heart
Every act of kindness, every loving touch I gave
you returned to me like a slash from your blade. 

You, you cut me, cut me to watch me bleed
You, you cut me, I'd show you the scars but there's no need
Maybe you won't hear it but darlin' I gotta' share: 
The knife don't you you cut me, it's you that doesn't care.