They could never understand what u set out 2 do
instead they chose 2
ridicule u
when u got weak they loved the sight
of your dimming
and flickering starlight
How could they understand what was so intricate 2 be loved by so many, so intimate
they…
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…