I run as fast as I can,
But the tears still fall.
I can't get away fast enough,
To hide them all.
They slide down from my eyes.
Smoothly and quiet,
Not a single sound.
Making no riot.
They hit the hardwood,
Like shattered glass,
A trail behind me,
A glittering mess.
I make it through the door,
Before I fall on my knees,
Praying for this pain,
I'm forced to bear to leave.
The sky around me is dark,
Nothing good in sight.
I lay there in the rain,
And say my last goodnight.
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