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when knife cuts glass

My hands are cold

My thoughts are insane

My arms are growing rotten

I cannot get up and I feel hard pain

I have sand in my eyes

And thinking about lies

Outside somebody cries

for mercy

I am crying

when the knife cuts the glass

I cannot understand

Why people use knife for cutting glass

With every next cut

Hit the nail on the head

And wound is opening

And the knife cuts the glass

Slowly again

At this point I see all my born days

There are clouds far beyond

Far beyond the sweet sun

It's too late to change something

It's too late

When knife cuts glass