Goosebumps inherit my every single tremble
Each one playing its own melody,
I wait for someone, Knowing
within my heart's spiking agony,
Why is it so tough
To make it through pain,
Can I make myself stop
Touching all my  inner stains;
Those drops want to overflow and feel
Some empathy, With some warmth,
Yet I stop them and say
What you need, Even I want,
I don't want to hurt them drops
It is just that I'm alone.