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No More Tears to Shed
What can one do, with so much hatred
Built up fury, caged inside?
All my tears I’ve used
Abused
I own no more to shed
If I stole some back, there would be sin
A stain or two, some smears
I’m afraid I’d waste those tears again
So tell me, what can one do
To set these vices free?
I’ve carried them so long
They are my property
I’ve tried selling them, through various methods
I call them “tricks of the street”
You learn them from other prisoners
Who squandered tears so carelessly
Now that they’re in debt, they’ll do
Almost anything
To make ends meet
It’s dangerous when one finally breaks
And there’s no more tears to shed
“Just how do they do it?” You wonder
If the things that tears can clear, travel to their head
No crying rescues
You should be scared dead
Of the people you meet
With no more tears to shed
Built up fury, caged inside?
All my tears I’ve used
Abused
I own no more to shed
If I stole some back, there would be sin
A stain or two, some smears
I’m afraid I’d waste those tears again
So tell me, what can one do
To set these vices free?
I’ve carried them so long
They are my property
I’ve tried selling them, through various methods
I call them “tricks of the street”
You learn them from other prisoners
Who squandered tears so carelessly
Now that they’re in debt, they’ll do
Almost anything
To make ends meet
It’s dangerous when one finally breaks
And there’s no more tears to shed
“Just how do they do it?” You wonder
If the things that tears can clear, travel to their head
No crying rescues
You should be scared dead
Of the people you meet
With no more tears to shed
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