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Crying for Weakness

I am crying again,
The cause is unknown.
I suppose itís better than killing?
For I have done both before.
And when it rains,
And my bloody hands twinges,
I can see my tears fall.

If your strong you live,
If your weak you die.


Thatís what he told me,
thatís what I lived by for so long.
Itís what I believed until I started to cry again.
Crying isnít bad,
Itís better than killing.

But I believe that my tears are made up
Of the blood I have spilt.
And my smile,
Well, I canít explain that.

But it dose help me,
How so? Who knows?

If your strong you live,
If your weak you die.


† Maybe been so weak,
Isnít so bad?
Maybe been weak,
Helps me be stronger?
I am proud of my weakness,
Cause see it lead me to true power.