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Tears
He sees the image, sees what's left -
sees the tears, sees the hole in his chest.
He feels so lonely, feels so cold inside.
For her, his heart was open wide.
A door to enter into his soul,
she killed his emotions, made him a ghoul,
he felt so used, so dirty, hated, left alone,
he cried when she kissed goodbye over the phone.
The tears were flowing, he could not see
what's left of him. "What's left of me?" he wondered.
For minutes and hours he pondered,
he wanted to know what he had to be, for her.
He took a shard and used it wrong.
He listened to their lovely song.
He laughed and tears were flowing down again.
"What do I have to be, to be a man?"
As blood and tears mixed on the floor
he found what he was searching for.
He closed his eyes, left with a smile.
The pain only lasted for a short while.
sees the tears, sees the hole in his chest.
He feels so lonely, feels so cold inside.
For her, his heart was open wide.
A door to enter into his soul,
she killed his emotions, made him a ghoul,
he felt so used, so dirty, hated, left alone,
he cried when she kissed goodbye over the phone.
The tears were flowing, he could not see
what's left of him. "What's left of me?" he wondered.
For minutes and hours he pondered,
he wanted to know what he had to be, for her.
He took a shard and used it wrong.
He listened to their lovely song.
He laughed and tears were flowing down again.
"What do I have to be, to be a man?"
As blood and tears mixed on the floor
he found what he was searching for.
He closed his eyes, left with a smile.
The pain only lasted for a short while.
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