Last Tear

this misery in me, sits so damn deep, even if it started to creep-up there'd be no tears to weep-from because i'm all cried out, inside's all dry for now, the last tear's blurring my vision, on my eyelid and sticking to my eyelash, and its hard to see past all this sadness, til'it starts dripping 'cause everything that runs through me, isn't always so clear, it's hard to believe but you can't see my view of a tear there's a whole lot of pain and anguish in each one, alot of deep thought rolling off, my mind before it seeps out of my eye i wasn't known for my thick skin, for example the thin, surface of my eyelid, which measures a third of a millime-ter and that's not strong enough to hold back just, one of my te-ars so i always use to, have a box of tissue, lying beside me to wipe away my crying, til' my insides shriveled to suit you, because i knew you, never liked me full of life, thats why i'm trying to hang on to, this last tear of mine