Sometimes, sometimes at night I cry
While thinking about the things that turned us apart
And I cry even harder
And the pain in me grows
As every thought drives me crazy.
I hide under my blanket
Hoping my weakness won't be revealed
And I try to hold my breath so I can stop the noise of hurt from being echoed ,
But still the pain in me can't be prisoned for such a long time,
It has to explode
It has to be liberated
From the fear that surrounds me.
And the voice of every weak
The voice of every broken hearted calls out loud through me
Their voices speak their thoughts through the tears I've let go
And I become devastated
I become depressed
Knowing that the pain in me will never end.
I try to think of others
The way they felt
The way they cried
The way they dealt with it
When they had a broken heart,
But that doesn't heal me
That doesn't heal the bruise
That he printed in my heart
And I cry
I cry even harder than before
