Those tears that are flowing
endlessly falling down yor face
because of the same reason, but somehow you stay.
This is what you believe you diserve,
this is what you think is the price for being who you are,
for choosing what you chose..
These are the tears that you wish was your blood,
this is what you believe,
and nobody knows.
Nobody knows the sorrow you've known,
but the trouble you've cause is whats seen.
Do you believe that by crying an ocean,
those tears can't help anyone win.
Smiling comes rarely these days,
you can not continue to endure for someone else.
You diserve a chance at heaven,
you can leave behind this hell.
