My Tear~Nothing To Do
By Treas
This. . T e A r That R o L l S D O W N My Face Was made for you It's pure and true Pure of P a I n True with L o V e It's full of sadness And sick of being scared M i S s I n G you So much, and nothing to do So small Yet~ Holds so MUCH Like. . Pain and such Shiny and C l E a R Still R O L L I N G And still. .Nothing To Do. Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 26 2002 05:24 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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