The Weather Will Kill

by Erika   Sep 11, 2003


These tears come down like rain
They cut me like glass
The blood drains down
Until it reaches my fingertips
I think I have the power
To me make me disappear
It's too cold, fogy I have no more power
I never did, never will
There is something me that will not drain
All the rain will not cut deep enough

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