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outside the sun is shining
but the curtains are pulled shut
for inside i lay there dying
from the throat that i have cut

but the blood just isnt flowing
so i reach out for my knife
and my heart rate isnt slowing
isnt giving up on life

but whats the point in all this sorrow
all this suffering and pain
no one knows that ive been crying
when im standing in the rain

so once agin i raise my knife
and plunge the blade in far and deep
for i have to end this life
in which my soul can only weep

and outside the sun's still shining
but the curtains will stay shut
for who wants to see me dying
from the throat that i have cut?