Have you ever cried those silent tears,
the tears that slip past everyones ears,
the kind where no one asks whats wrong,
where the explanation just seems way to long,
so you bottle it up and lock it up tight,
and wait until you can cry all night,
where no one can hear you whisper, "why arent i dead",
where you fall asleep with your eyes puffy and red,
after thinking about how your wished you weren't born,
and then in your dream you're once again torn,
but you bottle it up and go back to sleep,
you'll just cry when your arent too tired to weep.
the tears that slip past everyones ears,
the kind where no one asks whats wrong,
where the explanation just seems way to long,
so you bottle it up and lock it up tight,
and wait until you can cry all night,
where no one can hear you whisper, "why arent i dead",
where you fall asleep with your eyes puffy and red,
after thinking about how your wished you weren't born,
and then in your dream you're once again torn,
but you bottle it up and go back to sleep,
you'll just cry when your arent too tired to weep.



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