Every single tear
On the floor they dropped
And every last good bye
That made my life go plop
For every single time
I told you I love you
All the poems I have written
And the blood that I gave for two
Every time I try to make it clear
What we have I want to stay
You turn your back around
And make it seam you want to walk away
I am not a perfect person
But not a shade of gray
Many different colors
Make me what I am today
If you never could imagine what we ever could be
Then take a look inside my head
and see what the hell I see
Every single tear
On the rose peddle they now fall
And every last good bye
My memory trailed off. . . . .
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