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Bloody Tears

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Meandor117

Published: Sep 9, 2012

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Bloody tears
I cry my fears
and think that I will never win

Bloody tears
I hate these dares
And in the end I will lose

Bloody tears
You paint my cheeks
And I hope you won't fade away

Bloody tears
I hope you care
For you're the only thing that's left

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