When your tears flow down soft, moist cheeks
And the voice in your head finally speaks
And you let the words just flow from your mind
They flow with a soft cadence after every rhyme
And you find the words you've been holding inside
Swift like a current, a soft rolling tide
Because there are just days you decide it's not worth a care
And that's when you're broken beyond repair
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