Drip, Drip, Drop
Drip, Drip, Drop
The sound will never stop,
Like a leak in pipe
Or when the heavy sky lets go.
Drip, Drip, Drop
The pain will never stop,
Like a dagger striking the breast
Or when an ache is in the heart.
Drip, Drip, Drop
The memories will never stop,
Like staining a white page with ink
Or when imprinting intilials in the bark of an oak.
Drip, Drip, Drop
The tears never stop,
Like when a child is upset they didn't get their way
Or when a girl had been torn by her love.
Drip, Drip, Drop
The heartache never stops,
Like when the strings of the heart are pulled too strongly
Or when someone squeezes the heart too tightly.
Drip, Drip, Drop
The lies will never stop,
Like when he said he loved you
Or when he said he would never let you go.
Drip, Drip, Drop
The blood will never stop,
Like the scars that struggle to heal
Or when a hand shakes violently covered in crimson.
Drip, Drip, Drop
The heart will one day stop,
Like the day must end for the night to come
Or when the battle must come to an end.
Drip, Drip, Drop
The sound will never stop,
Like the heart monitor slowly beeping
Or when it goes completely flat line.
Drip, Drip, Drop
The pain continues to never stop,
Like the ones who called her their daughter cry
Or when the ones who called her their friend lost one.
Drip, Drip, Drop
The rain will one day stop,
Like the rain that falls from the cold stone
Or when you say your last goodbye.
Drip... Drip... Drop...
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