Typical Tattoo

There's no telling just what we might do. I don't want to get the typical tattoo.
We'll have to choose permanent and true.
There's a devil on the shoulder of the angel in my ear.
You'd die if you could see the dreams I've had between these ringing ears.
That nagging fear pierces like a spear.
My favourite dream and my worst nightmare came to life.
Hand me a knife.
Your heart or mine?
Followed by a black cloud all damn day. It's swelled up with all the words that you won't say.
It won't go away. It's like a bird of prey.
There's a devil on your shoulder oh my precious angel dear.
And on the other I stand screaming but it's not exactly clear just who you hear.
Noise so severe.
Your favourite dream and your worst nightmare came to life.
Hand me a knife...your heart or mine?
A long time ago I cut all cords of hope upon the razorwire that separated soul from life. You can mark my word. I'm telling total truths. There's not much more to say when words on paper bruise your heart.
My heart's not dead. There still exists a thread so sew me back together. I'll remember to forget her.