Come on, don't be so naive

Come on man, don't give that innocent, holier than thou look, we never were, you know it, don't you,  

you wanted to have one more laugh at me and here I'm and you don't appear to be relishing the moment, but I do,  

 for the memories laced with my sadness, pain, tears and generous blood letting, 

 I offer you my knife,..er, once yours, you see, I never knew, vengeance of an unfortunate, gives, shall we say, such good aroma.