I CRY

I CRY IN THE MORNING WONDERING IF SOMEBODY LOVES ME OUT THERE IN THIS COLD WORLD

I CRY IN THE AFTERNOON WONDERING IF SOMEONE EVER THINKS IF ME.

I CRY AT NIGHT THINKING TO MYSELF,
WHY ME? WHY DO I HAVE TO BE THE BAD ONE IN THE FAMILY? WHY DO I HAVE TO GET SCREAMED AT?

AS I FALL ASLEEP WRAPPED IN MY BLANKETS CRYING WISHING I WILL NEVER WAKE UP AFTER THIS NIGHT.