The Bearer Of Bad News

You provoke tears that stain,
You control my face.
(Chuckle)...face.
You arrange it to show,
a broken expression.

I hate to be the bearer of bad news,
As the cracks appear to run.
But we'll meet again on better terms.
I Hope to god we get out alive...
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Yes i hope to god,
that we get out alive.
Yes i hope to god!