So who said, I cannot cry? Or be free, to say how I feel? Why is that a rule?
To hide it all away, within me, or shove it in my ever bursting heart, who would that help?
Don't be afraid of the tears I cry, I am not weak, I'm strong Because I won't listen to you I'll them out, big hot ones and little soft ones, laying down ones that drown my face
The tears will fall, freely and they will, warm me my eyes and make them cherry red
My tears are all separate and they are all equal So Judge me, go ahead and call me crazy I am what I am, but at least I *know