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Another tear, comes from my eye

I wish these tears, all would die

I’m sick of crying, my whole life through

Knowing this crying, is all from you



Another rare smile, to brighten my day

I wish these smiles, would forever stay

These smiles come, only now and then

But to many smiles, is just like a sin



Another dream, I wish were true

And that there was something, I could do

I wish these thoughts, all in my head

Were once something, you really had said



I’m sick of wishing, all of my life

I’m sick of thinking of using the knife

I’m sick of everything, mean you have said

And I’m sick of always being led



Never am I, to wish again

I’m not to live, the live I’ve been

I now know, exactly what to do

Make my wishes, and get rid of you!