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Gazing, Looking, Seeing,
This is what our eyes do,
We gaze at the beauty of our partners,
Then they leave you for dead,
We look into their eyes for truth,
But then we only provoke lies,
Lastly, we see into their hearts,
They are as cold as ice,
And then all we want to do is cry,
But my tears were special,
When I wept for her, it meant I loved her,
When I sobbed for her, it meant I was happy for her,
When I cried for her, it meant I missed her...

But my tears were special,
They were as red as a robin's feathers,
as red as an apple,
They were Crimson Tears,
Now I weep, sob, and cry,
Not physically,
but mentally to look as normal as everyone else,
MY tears are gone,
My blood runs cold,
All because of Crimson Tears...