Dry Tear
I don’t know why
I have this feeling to die;
Maybe its cause all
I do is think of you…
You grasp my heart
And squeeze it tight;
I don’t have a chance
To even put up a fight;
Maybe its cause all
I do is think of you…
My heart beings to beat so slow
And you still wont let go;
What will it take…
For you to stop?
My death is near
And all I get is a dry tear;
Maybe its cause all
I do is think of you…
It finally has come, the
Last heart beat hit the drum…