Some times when i cry im alone
cause i am on my own
the tears i cry are bitter and warm
they flow with life but take no form
i cry becausemah heart is torn
i find it difficult to carry on
if i has an ear to confiding
i would cry among my treasured friend
who do you know that stops so long
to help another carry on
the world moves so fast
and it would rather pass by
then to stop and see wat makes one cry
so painful and sad
and sometimes i cry
and no one cares about why!
