Sometimes when im alone i cry...because im all alone-The tears i cry are bitter and warm -they flow with life but they take no form -I cry because my heart is torn-i find it hard to carry on-if i had an ear to confiding, i would cry among my dearest friend, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on- the wold moves fast and would rather pass us by- then stop and see what makes one cry, so painfull so sad-and sometimes....i cry and no one cares to ask me why
