I CrySometimes when I'm alone
Cause I am on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
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 by.
Then to stop and see what makes one cry,
So painful and sad.
And no one cares about why.