Tears in the rain will never be seen
Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder
She still cries, but thats all I told her
Her spirit dies, as her face gets colder
I felt the shivers run through my vein
It was like a river, a river of pain.
Her spirit dies, as her face gets colder
I felt the shivers run through my vein
It was like a river, a river of pain.
For once I saw what she wanted everyone to see. She was beautiful.
