Falling Tears
I hide in my room, sitting on my bed staring out the window,
I look at nothing in particular, but just stare into space,
I hate to think I've fallen for a guy...
Who doesn't plan to catch me,
As I'm sitting there I feel a very rare wetness,
I touch my cheek, bring my fingers back...
There I see a big round tear
I realize that in my eyes are falling tears.
I look at nothing in particular, but just stare into space,
I hate to think I've fallen for a guy...
Who doesn't plan to catch me,
As I'm sitting there I feel a very rare wetness,
I touch my cheek, bring my fingers back...
There I see a big round tear
I realize that in my eyes are falling tears.
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