Sometimes when life is low
When I have nowhere to go
I feel it's OK to cry

When Friends act strangely
I hate their attitude  rangely
They don't talk for days
I remember the cafes
They started becoming strangers
And I feel I am in danger
It's OK to cry

When I was proved to be wrong
I tell truth but they  is a throng
I stop telling explanation
I feel like to do adoration
It's OK to cry

There are times I was depressed
Life was just at the edge pressed
I was alone,  with no advice
They time I thought
It's OK to cry

I'm thankful to the pillow
Who had lend me a support
I feel people are evitable
So it's good not to get attached so much
And the pillow is my best friend
Who take my tear in itself
At least,  I'm happy with myself
But then also
I feel it's OK to cry