The tears that come from our eyes aren't from fear but from the pain we feel inside,
We let that pain rain down through the clouds in our eyes.
And every night when we cry, we whisper the cutters lullaby.
And holding our knifes close and tight, we finally shut our faucets down for the night.
After letting the night settle in, we dream of being whole again.
The thought provokes are since of pain, and makes us feel sane.
