Sometimes i cry.
Sometimes when im alone.
I cry because im on my own.
The tears i cry r bittee and warm.
They flow with life but take no form.
I cry beacause my heart is torn.
And i find it difficult 2 carry on.
If i had an ear to confide in
I would cry among my treasured friends.
But who do u know that stops that long,
to help another 2 carry on.
The world move fast and it would rather pass u by.
Than 2 stop and c what makes u cry
Its painfull and sad and sometimes i cry
because and no one knows cares about why;