Daggers In the Darkness Daggers are being thrown at my heart, What should I do, Oh what should I do? Should I keep dodging? Or Should I let them hit their target? The light is finally gone, In this cold heart of mine, Darkness is my new friend I see, It consumes and breathes in my anger, and breathes out despair. Why is he allowing the daggers to be thrown? Why did he have to bring back the old friend, I tried to get rid of? I get he did it for the good, But why yesterday? Why not Friday, If it was Friday then I could give into the darkness Not be a faker of light. If I would dagger thrown at my heart, I would have plunged it in myself, So that I could stay with it and finally rest in peace.