I dream of your tears like a midnight moon.
I feel your pain, but who can I trust saying that too?
Who would understand how I do?
Or why?
Why do you do that to yourself?
So that you cry?
I know how it feels to be alone.
To be so depressed you want to die.
I know that feeling all too well.
Just as I know your pain.
Can you help me make things the way they were meant to be?
I feel the blood running down my hand.
Was it all just a dream?