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