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As I wipe away the last tear i will ever cry over you,

I wonder why you caused me this trouble.

Why,

Why did you do it?

I loved you.

As I wipe the last tear out of my eye,

I wonder what might happen after i am done.

As I walk into the kitchen,

I wipe the last tear from my eye.

As i look at the sharp knife on the counter,

I know that I will be gone,

Away,

No more tears to cry,

No more days to face,

No more bastards to wipe a tear for.

As i grabe the knife slowly and carefully,

I look into the blace,

I see a sad woman in the reflection,

A sad woman with a tear dripping down her face,

As I look deeper into the blade I can see a man in the background looking at me.

He is just standing there,

Waiting,

Waiting for me to throw the last tear out the window,

Waiting for me to plumit the knife into my stomach,

Waiting to take me to the heavnly gates or the firey hell.

But I look into the knife,

I see potential,

I put the knife down,

I put it down and say,

"Not today"

"Not today my friend, another day maybe, maybe..."

AsI wipe the last tear from my face...