Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry, cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm, they flow with life but take no form.
I cry because my heart is torn, I find it difficult to carry on.
If I had an ear to confide in, I would cry among my treasured friend, but who do you know that stops
that long, to help another carry on.
The world moves fast and it would rather pass you on by, then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad
. ...And sometimes... I cry and no one cares about why.