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Soft Cries

Tiny blood drops falling slowly one by one,
hitting ground on a pool of white & cotton,
crying softly in my room.
Just a memory in a box,
another item made from doom,
crying softly in my room.
Sweet Jesus what's become of me?
Making motive to a nothing place,
Crying softly in my room.
Nothing's moving but nothing is motionless,
seas of white that never move,
crying softly make your move.
Why not kill me for the smile,
joyful world oh so vile,
crying softly for a while.
No one's happy why not smile,
the world isn't empty it's just a pile,
crying softly without end.
Use the colors, paint me dead,
making rivers, rivers red.
Crying softly in my head.