Tears Dry
I’m better at talking with my eyes you see
That’s why long distance just doesn’t work for me
I say the wrongs things at the wrong times
I should just move to France and become one of those mimes
When I don’t want to talk about it you push it more
That’s why my heart is blood and gore
Quit yelling you missed it time has passed
But now all there are wounds that will forever last
So what if I was sad for a day or to
You so far, what could you do?
Don’t guilt me into this
As you remind me of how I used to slit my wrist
You don’t want to lose me I’m too dear you say
I’m the lost needle in the middle of the hay
So maybe its time just to take a break or even say goodbye
While I let my tears start to dry....
