The tears that escape my eyes.
Might as well be black...

Why is it the way that it is?
I can feel a small part of your existence...

Putting the peices back together;
Something I cannot do...

All of my tears, not only black.
They are tainted with pure hate...

If I were a river,
I would lick the feet of those who set at my edges...

The thing I like about rain-
You can't see my tears, of crying in pain...

Push my fingers in my eyes.
Skin thy flesh to open wounds...

For every single tear.
And for every passing day...

Can someone please turn on the light.
The dark is so cold and black...

I'm sorry that you left me. I'm sorry that life...
I'm sorry you couldn't be free...

I hope you know I'll always be here.
Even when it's the end of time...

My life has already changed.
Theres no time for fun and games...