My tears run hot down my face
That’s the expression right
No it’s the heat of holding them in
Like a pot boiling water
Then they release and burn my skin
With their icy cold stream
Which stems from deep within
And trips off the edge of my chin with eac...
Say one thing do another
Think you’re better than the other
Day when you said you’d be here
Always and now your fifty minutes down the road
Looking the other way
I guess its over.