These teardrops bleed for every dream,
that seep away through every day,
from wounds that no one else could see,
if in chance they'd look his way.

Each tear for every single laugh,
now reft away by razor's kiss,
and sent into a heartless void,
where even hope can not exist.

I cry now for each time he cuts,
To strive to keep him whole,
'Cause every time he breaks his skin,
He tears into his soul.