Pocketknife

He got himself a pocket knife in case there ever was a fight But knifes they seek fights out so he got into a fight It didn't didn't go so well another knife was plunged deep Into his heart So he fell down to the ground And as his life bleed out he wished he never had gotten that pocket knife Slowly bleeding out on the ground he thought about his life All the things he missed out on always making himself number one He never ever once felt as love fit him like a glove Never felt his heart go boom go crazy go wild from a touch And as his life bleed out he wished he never had gotten that pocket knife