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So we can be the same 

Bring back my level head 

From the brink of insane 

Set adrift on an ocean of your making 

Each tear a mark of what you had forsaken 

If my eyes could bleed they would 

If my heart could disappear it would do no good 

The dead sea is no match or sted

for the liquid crystals I've shed 

The silent tears 

The inside tears 

Rushing waterfalls 

And solitaires

And now you've come back 

Some useless fool all sad sack

With nothing but a pitiful look 

The one who once my world shook 

And left me to die 

Inside and out 

I dont care for your frown 

Now you cry. 

Cry me a stream to flow like a river,

to pool into a sea

and sprawl into an ocean 

Set your self a drift

and let your self drown 

Get yourself going 

I'll straighten my crown 

You're a waste if my good time 

My eyes are all dried up fine 

and you should have known 

The pain may have stayed

But my love has flown 

And it was all mine  

I've burned and learned 

the past is where it stays 

You are a can of tuna marinating in your own brine 

There's plenty of other fish in the sea.