The first cut is not the deepest, the first cut is 'nothing'.

You can spit in my face, once or twice, and its 'nothing'.

You can take something away that belongs to me, and I can learn to live without it.

But you can not take all that belongs to me, one thing at a time, until you have gotten to reaching for my eyes... my heart... my soul.

You can not do this, and say it is "nothing"!