Instead of tears
Blood flows from my empty sockets
An open wound
On the most sensitive part of the soul
These tears (this blood)
Spill silently, assuring death is nearby
I opened my heart
Trusted you, and now I must pay the toll
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If you ever trust
There's more than hell to pay when it ends
This vile sensation
Of bitter tragedy feels as it will never amend
I'm burning it
Tearing at them all, burying the memories of you
This beaten path
Represents what we have become
Is this what we've been reduced to?
In the past we were basically one.