Sometimes when I'm alone I cry
Cause I'm on my own.
The tears I cry are bitter and warm.
they flow with life but take no form
I cry because my heart is torn.
I find it difficult to carry on.
if I had an ear to confiding
I would cry among my treasure friend,
but who do you know that stops that long,
to help another to carry on
the world move fast
and it would rather pass by
then to stop and see what makes one cry,
so painful and sad... and sometimes I cry
and no one cares about why