The tears that we cry,
Each have sparkles in them.
Can you believe that they are mine?
Or do I have to bleed and shed more tears to hand them to you?
My bleeding makes you smile,
And my tears make you cower.
Each have sparkles in them.
Can you believe that they are mine?
Or do I have to bleed and shed more tears to hand them to you?
My bleeding makes you smile,
And my tears make you cower.
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