not yet will my tears be dry <br /> running rain drops from my eyes <br /> down my cheeks, around my nose <br /> onto my note-book <br /> and through the sheets of my thoughts <br /> comes the reflection of my tears <br /> <br /> drip dropp it sounds like a running sink <br /> swiss swash it sounds like something I can drink <br /> I wish someone would turn me off <br /> here it comes again <br /> im starting to leak <br /> and out comes the reflection of my tears <br /> <br /> not even a knife is as strong as my tear drop <br /> put my tear on a mountian top <br /> it wouldn't freeze, it wouldn't pop <br /> place my foot on a pin <br /> and it wouldn't hurt a bit <br /> because it's all about the reflection of my tears <br /> <br /> my heart is weak <br /> this pain just peaks <br /> around the corners of my mind <br /> this hurts so bad <br /> but come to think of it everyone has their moments <br /> and mine just happen to be the reflection of my tears
