Sometimes when I'm alone, I cry
Cause I am on my own
The tears I fry are bitter and warm
They flow with life but take no form
I cry because my heart is torn
I find it difficult to carry on
If I had an ear to confide in
I would cry among my treasured friend,
But who do you know that stops that long,
To help another carry on
The world moves fast
It would rather pass by
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
So painful and sad
And sometimes...
I cry
And no one cares why...
