Drip-Drop
Drip-drop, Drip-drop
Right on the floor
Drop after drop
Hits the ground
A wet, warm mess
Mascara runs
Salty bits of water
Running down my cheeks
I wipe them from my eyes
As I think,
"Why'd this happen to me?
Why now?
Why such luck?"
I smile,
Through it all,
I smile,
My eyes shine bright,
And I smile.
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