Theme ››› cry
Number ››› 3
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I cry because I'm bitter
I cry because I hate.
I cry because I take for granted
And so am thrown away.
I cry because I loved
Because I can't admit
Because I hide the dismal truth
Behind a mask of hate.
I cry because you said you loved
And so I let me down
I cry because you didn't really
While I still wish you came around.
I cry because we threw away
All I still remember.
I cry because I want to salvage
All I'll never save.
I cry because I only
Allow me to be lonely.
And most of all
I cry because you don't.
I cry because I hate.
I cry because I take for granted
And so am thrown away.
I cry because I loved
Because I can't admit
Because I hide the dismal truth
Behind a mask of hate.
I cry because you said you loved
And so I let me down
I cry because you didn't really
While I still wish you came around.
I cry because we threw away
All I still remember.
I cry because I want to salvage
All I'll never save.
I cry because I only
Allow me to be lonely.
And most of all
I cry because you don't.
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The only thing I feel
Is misery.
The only thing I know
Is how to cry.
The only thing I want
Is to forget this.
Take me in your arms
Hold me til the pain goes away.
But it never does.
Is misery.
The only thing I know
Is how to cry.
The only thing I want
Is to forget this.
Take me in your arms
Hold me til the pain goes away.
But it never does.
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I cry.
And yet, there is nothing to cry over.
I wonder why it is that I cried,
My heart felt sorrow,
Felt pain
Over nothing.
A glass ball shattered.
Nothing.
A story of despair.
Nothing.
A forgotten day.
Nothing.
And yet I cry
Could there be an answer,
An answer to these tears?
If I could find it in this darkness
With the stars bearing me forward
Into the moonless night.
Into the nothing.
The crystal fall,
Wetting my cheeks
Emblazoning themselves onto my being,
Crystals made of nothing.
From nothing.
I ponder this thought and pause.
What of you?
If I cry,
Will you be my shoulder,
Or will you, too, become nothing.
Does this despair,
This quiet pain,
Come from life?
I do not believe it to be true.
I do not believe that anything is from nothing.
The night born from day,
Day born from night,
Not nothing.
Stars born from others.
They will die and be reborn,
Not from nothing.
Tears are wrought from grief,
Yet no grief I feel.
Not nothing, though,
But joy.
Nothing is nothing
And still,
I cry.
And yet, there is nothing to cry over.
I wonder why it is that I cried,
My heart felt sorrow,
Felt pain
Over nothing.
A glass ball shattered.
Nothing.
A story of despair.
Nothing.
A forgotten day.
Nothing.
And yet I cry
Could there be an answer,
An answer to these tears?
If I could find it in this darkness
With the stars bearing me forward
Into the moonless night.
Into the nothing.
The crystal fall,
Wetting my cheeks
Emblazoning themselves onto my being,
Crystals made of nothing.
From nothing.
I ponder this thought and pause.
What of you?
If I cry,
Will you be my shoulder,
Or will you, too, become nothing.
Does this despair,
This quiet pain,
Come from life?
I do not believe it to be true.
I do not believe that anything is from nothing.
The night born from day,
Day born from night,
Not nothing.
Stars born from others.
They will die and be reborn,
Not from nothing.
Tears are wrought from grief,
Yet no grief I feel.
Not nothing, though,
But joy.
Nothing is nothing
And still,
I cry.




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