The sun still burns but I can feel it fading ,
The stars still shine but I can feel them dying ,
Today your smile didn't reach your eyes ,
And now the water is running over the sound of your cries ,
You can't try because you've already given up ,
You keep saying you're fine but your blood fills the tub ,
Maybe it's because of the goddam bloody razor resting on your palm ,
The reason why your wrists are open and you're finally calm.
