Open the curtains and put my life on display
Open the curtains, so all can watch my decay
For why should I have to suffer all alone
Stranded without love so I can rot to the bone
Why should I be left to mend these open wounds
When the cause of my sorrow can watch my final doom
I stand with a loaded gun, preparing to take the stage
And show to the world, my book's final page
It is the time now to stop all this turmoil inside
Find a method of release in which I can confide
For what gain is there in this life
If a man can not put an end to his strife
Should I continue alone in all this torture
Or rather just take it away and let death be the cure
So open the curtains, so I can perform this act
Shoot off this bullet and show this self-destruction to be fact
Open the curtains, let them all see me naked
And realise all the love from me, which they have taken
For many before, may not have seen all this pain
Well now this time they can all see my disdain
Pay for their sins while they watch me perform
And see just how a life can become deformed
And yet, although my love doesn't want to show you
I realise that this is the only thing left to do
I no longer want to hide away all my strife
For I need others to see the end of my life
A cure is needed, that I cannot provide
So I show this act to others and hope to survive
