As I criedinside I died,
I have no friends
for they have gone.
I could care less
for what has been done.
My soul is dead
my body just doesn't know it yet,
In my mind I think
it's time they met.
but how can that be
when to each other,
they do not exist
to my body my soul is just another.
So why do I cry?
If I cannot feel?
Are these true emotions?
Can they still be real?
These tears are dry
they are of the sky,
they are not sad
they are not mad.
Happiness is of no meaning
others have such perfect lives,
for I have no shoulder for leaning
in this world I am forever alone.
I will shed your tears
if you are there to soothe them,
I will feel the waters in my eyes
so you won't have to use them.