false accusation

anger burns hot as coals

oh if only they could  know

their accusations false

their feelings sparse

as they rip out yet another heart

in pieces it shall be found

without a tear being cried, and not a single sound

 

i the mendor of broken hearts

sew whats left

only to be accused of death

 

tears fall to the ground

but i the one making the sound

i fight so hard to be pushed away

saved for yet another rainy day