Tears
It rolls down our cheeks,
It cold, wet and always on its feet
It might make us say goodbye
Or maybe give us a good time
You see tears can be full of happiness
But something about it,
Can be a mess
But all of them act the same way
From the tear duct and out to decay
If you taste it
Tell me what's it like is it salty?
They'll always tell a story
No matter what,
They could bring glory
These nights you cry
From self harm
Maybe guilt
Or someone's charm
Something always feels the same
These tears who's to blame?
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