Tears of Tears and Fears
Sitting with a bare face
Tears flowing as a race
Bearing all the tears and pain
A girl staring at the window pane
With the taste of tears of tears and fears
Her black hair floating as clouds
Trying to hide all her wounds
Eyes into the bright street lights
Waiting foe a light to assist her fights
With the taste of tears of tears and fears
Rosie Cheeks melted as a faded wing
Nightingale voice, gone, she couldn't sing
Replaying the scenes because the sorrow
As her heart is shocked by an arrow
With the taste of tears of tears and fears
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