Treasure Island

Jacob Guinn

(05-18-1994 / San Ramon, California)

Tears Don't Fall


Its impossible to cry
Because I have bloodshot eyes
Their as red as the blood that bleeds from my heart
Just like as you rip it apart
I can't cry, just hope and pray
Pray, that I don't get hurt this way
I can't take it, I can't cry
I can't take it, I can't cry
My tears don't fall

I have no idea where to begin
I don't even know if this will ever end
Holding my breathe, and counting every breathe I take
I can't take it, I can't cry
I can't take it, I can't cry
My tears don't fall
My tears don't fall.

Submitted: Wednesday, May 30, 2012
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  • Erica Santana (5/30/2012 4:08:00 PM)

    My tears don't fall

    I remember a time when this happen to me up until today I still can't cry. (Report) Reply

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