the tear drips down my cheek
and another
with infinite numbers to follow
streams running down my face
until the flood appears
the third world could survive on my tears alone
we all have something we need
just to stay alive
like oxygen
and water
or in my case you
like the drug that kept me goin
put me on a high
kept me strong
and protected me from pain
but all addictions have their downfalls
and now I have all the symptoms
I cant sleep
I cant eat
my minds a blur
and im reaching out
for the very thing that caused it all...
a stupid addiction; a messed up head
true love; a broken heart
and the desperation to once more feel the high
takes control
until I find myself
back on the drug
back in love
back where I started.
in the place where I would do anything
just to make you smile
where I would protect you
just to keep you safe
and where I would sacrifice everythin
to hear you say you loved me
one last time.
but if they ask
I'm not crying for you
I don't care enough for you to hurt me
I never did
how could I?
you were a minor nothing in my life
not worth a single thought
never mind a a river of tears
but every bitter droplet on my cheek
stands for a piece of my broken heart
and every piece of my broken heart
belongs to you;
the drug that killed me.