The Knife 12/10/12

I'm at a loss...
Not quite sure
Which end is up
And what exactly
Is bringing me down

When I fight
I find it's usually
In vain
When I let things go
I find that once again
I've lost something
Worth saving...

So where do you go
When you can't go home?
Where do you find
Peace
When you can't remember
What it tasted like
In the first place

Tired, I guess
Of waiting
For the knife
To be removed
And for the realization
That I'm the one
That put it where it lies