I cry, I try, I cry.
I don't know why.
If you know tell me please,
I don't wanna cry anymore.
If you see me roaming the streets,
How can you stay indoor?

I cry, I try, I cry.
I still don't know why.
Do you want me to believe
There's something in your hand when you keep it closed all time?
Do you want me to believe
That just by following you I'll turn out fine?

I cry, I try, I cry.
But now I know why.
I'm here to figure it out by myself; I have to be ready.
My life is mine and all about me,
Is that what you're trying to tell me?