Whose Tears is that? I think I know. Its owner is quite sad though. crying all alone i woe. It really is a tale of woe, I watch her frown. I cry hello. She gives her Tears a shake, And sobs until the tears make. as they go drip and slip all alone. The only other sound's the break, Of distant waves and birds awake. The Tears is blue, dark and deep, But she has promises to keep, Until then she shall not sleep. She lies in bed with ducts that weep. as she lays as she weeps all alone She rises from her bitter bed, all alone and filled with dread, With thoughts of sadness in her head, She idolises being dead. Facing the day with never ending dread.