I sit here all alone,
holding in all I have to say.
Can't someone see me crying here?
I cry here everyday.
I want to shout out why;
why I sit here and I cry.
But if someone gets to know the real me
they will leave me and just go on by
I 'm crying from the pain,
the love and the hunger.
If you're wondering why I'm feeling this,
you'll just have to continue to wonder.
To me it seems so clear;
I feel it's written on my face.
You try to read me,
but your guesses are so far out in space.
I try to get to the light,
but I still can't get out of the hall.
Can't you see me dying here?
The writing's written on the wall.
