I hear the yelling
and then they come
the tears from my eyes
as cold as ice

they shout their weapons
and it gives me pain
my eyes are wet,
my heart is dead

The cold salty drops fall
onto my cheeks
these waterdrops dance
for weeks and weeks

So I wipe my eyes,
and put on a fake smile
and go out into the world and hide my true self
 
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