Maybe mountains were built for this sort of thing,
To get away from the pain the world brings,
Maybe hiding places were meant to stay hidden,
So you could cry yourself to sleep without nobody seeing,
So I'll cry, I'll cry,
And watch you retreat from my side,
Oh I'll cry, I'll cry, I'll cry.
Maybe hope is just a word to keep the hopeless in line,
And love just a word to make you beg for more time,
to find it,
Maybe shooting stars were meant to be seen by those who deserve to,
And I' don't deserve a thing after hurting you,
So I'll cry, I'll cry,
And watch you fade from my sight,
Oh I'll cry, I'll cry, I'll cry.
Maybe nightmares were meant to never let you forget,
And daylight to point out what little you have left,
Maybe locks and keys were meant to keep you safe,
Blocking you away from things you're too weak to face,
So I'll cry, I'll cry,
And never give a proper goodbye,
Oh I'll cry, I'll cry, I'll cry,
So I'll cry, I'll cry,
And forever alone, I'll die,
Oh I'll cry, I'll cry, I'll cry.
