Stitched you up, put you together, with cotton and feathers. Gave you love, put my heart inside you, oh what could I do? When you started talking in your sleep, saying things you'd do to me, I didn't care. I wasn't scared. Now I'm finding knives under the sheets, crumbled photographs of me, I'm in despair, should I be scared? Teddy bear, you were my teddy bear. You were comforting and quiet, how did love become so violent. Everything was so sweet until you tried to kill me.