A quick stroke with a knife, she didn't even cry
I was just standig there, watching her die
A numb face, not a grin, it was the last rout
She just bled it away, she just let it all out

And then there was nothing, nothing left to feel
No pain to hurt and no wounds to heal

I was just standing there, watching her die
But then it all came to me - "she" was "I"

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