My tears make me who i am.
My tears can also make me somebody i'm nnot.
My tears, rarely, are made of joy and happiness.
My tears are made of anger and frustration at her.
But most of the time, my tears are made from the pain and sadness.
The sadness of not being with you...
Talking to you or even seeing you.
The pain from the way you left me...in the cold and on my own.
My tears are the only things i have that are warm now that im alone.