Please take this kinfe from my back so I may drive it through your cold heart and let your tears flow like a river racing towards your palms and empty onto the bed on which we laid for years. It's been four years and I still haven't forgotten. When will this river wash away the tears? It's been four years and I still haven't forgotten. When will this river wash away the tears? Please take this knife from my back so I may drive it through your heart.