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And for my soul I poured on you, you gave me a knife. For the time I spent for you, you threw it in the trash. My heart which I offered to you, you tore it apart. To think you loved me...I was such a fool. You were too busy loving her...the one who tortured me...why do I always lose? I've been left behind for too long...abandoned along the paintings on the wall...a doll with a broken face. No more umbrella...now I can only dance in the rain. Tonight is the night for it to end. No more pain...and it all comes down to one knife...