Sometimes I wish I could cry and let out all the things building up inside. Where are you when I need you? As the good left in me is starting to die.

I love I need I want and I am not even trying to flaunt this.
Sometimes I wish I did, to see if you really want this.

I've cried before I swear it, and that's a hard memory to hold onto. Less?... has made me weep never to lay me down and sleep!

When trying to hold onto reality and being stuck beneath my eyelids was more hell than ever imagined. I only hoped for a tear to come my way and break me where I lay.

A drop is all I wanted, is that so much to ask? So small a need that suddenly, turns you into a man!

And now I'm weak, and my hands are getting wet. Sadness, pain or anger? What is this? Relief was my best feeling!