my eyes are blood shot and dripping
am i sick or expressing my insides
i cant cry but my eyes show the signs
i want to love and be loved
walking around like a zombie
no brains for me just pain for me
trying to fight this hunger
my heart wants more
will i ever satisfy this rumble
can i learn to shed tears
or will i forever looked diseased
haunted by a love that could
never be in a timely fashion
water runs down my face from my eyes
but im not crying
i got the pink eye
a disease of love and humility
my prides to strong for tears
my minds to strong for fears
look into my eyes
i beg for you to lend me your ears
i dont need your sympathy
your drugs or cure for this disease
i need that intimacy only one can bring
my eyes are blood shot and dripping
am i sick or expressing my insides
water runs down my face from my eyes
im not crying i got the pink eye
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