I think the words I speak aren't clear,
Or maybe they're of those you don't want to hear,
Because if you heard them they would strike fear,
And violence-but really it's okay just don't drop that tear.
Because you're too strong,
And it'll spin an image for the public that's always been wrong,
Mess up once and that tear will rip a future into something torturously long.
Goodbyes are said and your life becomes almost dead-you'd realize that life was long so you didn't have to keep your tears along.
But the last verse was sung and only now was it heard as a sad song,
You should've noticed that blue tears and days so clear just don't belong.
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People might say I don't have to be. Or maybe they will. Either way I will be.
