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Maybe This IS Why It Pours?

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I start to cry under my eyes.
I feel the burn of a tear not shed.
Lacrimation, the formation,
Of a broken heart.

My stream of tears,
Flow under my skin.
Tears of blood course,
through my veins.

Where are the tears,
I am to weak to shed?
The rain cries for me,
Maybe this is why it pours.

I start to cry under my eyes.
I feel the burn of a tear not shed.
Lacrimation, the formation,
Of a broken heart.

Your presence haults my weeping.
Your never honest you filthy liar,
you don't deserve to see me cry.
And this is why,

I start to cry under my eyes.
I feel the burn of a tear not shed.
Lacrimation, the formation,
Of a broken heart.

My overdue secretion
From my pain and grief
all locked away inside,
so you don't feel the satisfaction.

my eyes are dry allthough,
inside i am emmiting sorrow.
I don't cry.
I'd rather die,
so I.....

I start to cry under my eyes.
I feel the burn of a tear not shed.
Lacrimation, the formation,
Of a broken heart...
my broken heart.





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