Cry
I cry when I’m put off,
I cry when I’m too soft.
But don’t you dare say that to me or I’ll blow my top.
I run to my room tears running down my face.
I run to get some space.
Because I know if I’ll stay longer there’ll be a disgrace.
The dam cracked and I felt the flood coming near.
I’m now swimming in a pool of my own tears.
Crying out my worst fears.
My eyes feel like wild fire,
these lies are what I tire.
But I will never cry in front of you.
I will be in disguise, just like a candle in the wind,
I will swiftly bend.
But my heart will never mend.
You never cared,
so why should my feeling be shared?
You can’t reply to that so all you do is stare.
Then you have the guts to tell me I’m weak,
sorry but I’m not the one you seek.
Take a look in a mirror you’ll see who’s meek.
I hate to yell, but if I don’t I’ll surly die,
so don’t you dare judge me if I cry.
“Its never fun to cry, but sometimes its necessary...”
Piaciuto o affrontato da...
