Tears are pieces of your soul

that break off when you cry.

All these pieces soon add up

and cause your soul to die.

This has to be the truth, you see

for I no longer care,

and now I search for tears to cry

but the tears just are not there.

I cried the last tear that I'll cry

but found out much too late;

my soul died for a friend of mine

'cause we did seperate.

During the harsh words that were said

I fealt the pieces fall

of my soul onto the floor,

like shattered glass thrown at a wall.

It's a painful tale for me to tell;

a tragic irony I suppose

to be killed by a friend

that in my heart I held so close.~