When will someone hear my cry
Will it be when I die
I have been crying for decades
But it still want resolve my daze.
Is it just me
Am I just going though a phase?
Maybe it is me
But all I want is to be praised
I guess that could never be
Since I have been lying here for ages
Thinking about allll these different stages
When all along the only thing that my heart desired was compassion
From all those trifling bastards
But all I ask is to be loved
But now my heart has been broken like an unwanted dove.
All because of the powerful word called love.
Was I too blind to see?
That some things are just never meant to be
So I walk my way to the bay
To expect a beautiful brighter day
