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i don't have the strength

to pull this sword from the rock

and fight this off

or kill myself



so i'll fall on tear drops

like swords

little razors

or strawberry frogs

and i'll fall on tear drops

afterall

these falling tear drops

fall alone



seems no one is sad

enough this sword reflects

they fight this off

with acceptance



below the roundtable

they pull the bones from empty bowls

where others off'd

went still in stillbirth



so i'll fall on tear drops

like swords

little razors

or strawberry frogs

and i'll fall on tear drops

afterall

these falling tear drops

fall alone



everybody says

get a grip

and let it go

and hold on

to some distant tomorrow

that's always tomorrow

there's always a prophet

casting hope into darkness



those vague ancient words

surely have to match this time



this time around

this time around

you say this time around

predictable

y2k

two thousand eight

twenty twelve

fifty years to go



so...

so...



so i'll fall on tear drops

like swords

little razors

or strawberry frogs

and i'll fall on tear drops

afterall

these falling tear drops

fall alone

and i'll fall on tear drops

like swords

sacrificed

by strawman hearts

and i'll fall on tear drops

afterall

these falling tear drops

fall alone

fall alone

fall alone...



i don't have the strength

i gave it all

for all to use

and they exhalted idols