The Last Tear Drop
Gripping the covers, blinded out of sight
Brain washed, by your past that gave in inside
Anger alternating, all you do is cry
Cry, when your love is being tested
Cry, when you don't have strength to win
So you absorb all the Devil's descretion
And role-play a deadly sin
Isolated, in your cold narrow bed
Crying on the inside out
Blood rushing through your head
Heavy pasting, it's hard to breathe
Heart pounding intensively
Why couldn't it just be a dream
You feel yourself dying slowly
Taking in a few more breaths
As a gentle tear runs down your face
One more step till death
Your sight begins to blackout
Remembering one last thought
It wasn't ever your fault...
Your last tear drops
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