I'm living on a tear drop
that is wasting away with the wind
everyone is crying and they wont stop
their broken hearts no one can mend

Maybe there isn't anything else
anything else for them to see..
maybe their broken hearts should be left shattered
upon the grass,, for every tear to be set free

And upon the redness of their cheek
tears are born with a story upon their lips
but the owner of these tears will not speak,
these people walk about this world.. with the blood falling off their finger
tips

maybe there isn't anymore
to say is ours in this lonely world
except suicide letters laying scatter upon this floor
and arms that show where razors and knifes have began to twirl

I was born as a tear
I lived with the loving fear
of dying like this today
and with my last words...I'm scared I might say...

I love you
 
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