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It's the tears that produce me,
Tears that seduce me
And in the end of a lonesome truth
It's the pain that consumes me

As I wake for the sleepers,
Shake for the creepers
In the quiet times of night
I lose for the keepers

But strange, in the end
How much I pretend
To shy away the darkness
As though I can mend

And I tell you my dreams
That daylight redeems
As illusions of a victim
Who's not as she seems

But am I weak?