• Why do these tears fall,
    Why do they burn through the floor and break where I stand,
    Cast me into eternal suicidal hate,
    For all man, everything that seems to be.

    Why do these tears fall,
    Why do they pour red from my eyes burning with uncomfortable solemn pain,
    Staining the clothes that I wear forcing heads to turn,
    Casting judgment on my person, my soul.

    Why do these tears fall,
    Why do they rip at my flesh pulling it from muscle, from bone,
    Leaving only a black lifeless heart to cringe and ache as it sits alone,
    Breaking and slashing the feet of the unsuspecting passer by.

    Why do these tears fall?
    These tears fall for every second I'm without her,
    These tears rip and tear and disintegrate all that is with their acid depression,
    These tears are for her, for every second these eyes are not starring into hers,
    These tears are for true love, that’s to far away.