I've been hurt again
But never like this before
It is building up
Why can't my soul cry
Just screaming the fear away
Is there any way?
I can't cry about
things that make anyone cry
I will find my way
So I'll replace the
salty tears with melting wax
burn horror within
Replace it all with
Prosthetic tears is the name
hurt again, never
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