I cry then I cut, then I cry again, it never ends.

I cry then I cut, then I cry again, it never ends.

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An eye with dust and a heart with trust always cries.

Crying is how your heart speaks, when your lips can't explain the pain you feel.

If you're going to make me cry, at least be there to wipe away the tears.

Instead of wiping your tears, wipe away the people who caused them.

Sometimes you have to hold your head up high, blink away the tears, and say good-bye.

I smile to the camera, I smile to my friends, I smile to my family, I smile to the world but I cry for myself.

An eye with dust and a heart with trust always cries.

Crying is how your heart speaks, when your lips can't explain the pain you feel.

If you're going to make me cry, at least be there to wipe away the tears.

Instead of wiping your tears, wipe away the people who caused them.

Sometimes you have to hold your head up high, blink away the tears, and say good-bye.

I smile to the camera, I smile to my friends, I smile to my family, I smile to the world but I cry for myself.