I cry for you
not every day
but i still cry
there are stil tears
they still fall down my cheeks
you can still see their stained trace
that'll only go away
when i wash my face
even when i wipe them away
those little wet drops
the swolleness stays
the redness remains
so then you know that the storm that shook
that storm that swayed
it has finally been cried out
it has begun to fade
and with it,
all of my pain
