Her tears
Her tears are a knife They stab me I hate to see her cry It drops my heart Watching her cry As I myself break Leaving both of us broken With her not knowing about me Her happiness is my strength Her sadness is my weakness The tears haunt me Asking why I let them fall I should keep her happy Always at all times Happiness looks good on her That's where she belongs
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