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What are these blood stained tears a pone my face?
There nothing more then tragic memories that I need to erase.
I bottle them up to the point where I'll burst.
They start to flow it's too late.
They won't stop coming just like these words,
I try to put in its place.
Over the wall and down my face, to my chin
Where they escape.
Caring the memories that have to be erased.
Then I see in the mirror that tragic thing
And realized that that memory is all I have left.
So I catch the tears in a bottle,
And hold on to them tight,
And wish them a goodnight,
To arise from my sleep to see them gone from the botte,
And back on my face to where they've been all along
Just one more tragic memory that I have to erase.