You told me
The things I wouldn’t hear
But I can’t cry
I don’t wanna cry
Normally I would cry over it
But this time the tears won’t come
My tears run dry!
It does seem that I don’t care no more
I feel like dying
But I can’t cry
So why would I die?
When I begin to break
I will cry
I will give everything
What it takes
I will try
And when the tears finally come
And I think I’m done
I will be gone
And you will cry about it
November 25, 2003 |
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