Make Me Dead

I say I don't,
But still I do.
Make do, I won't,
But I still want you.

But you've moved on,
And so must I.
From me, you've gone
With such a lie.

Now with her,
She is your life.
I am so sure,
Stuck with a knife.

These tears I shed
Are filled with dread.
This blood I've bled
Will make me dead.