Sometimes when i'm alone
I cry because i'm on my own
The tears i cry are bitte and warm
They flow rithh life but take no form
I car because my heart is torn'and i find it difficult to carry on
If i had an ear to confide in
I would cry among my teasured friends
But who do you know that stops that long to help another carry on
The worls moves fast and it woul rather pass you by than to stop and see what makes you cry
It's painful and sad
And sometimes i cary an no one cares about why
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