I've cried too many times
I cried when my soul became impure
I cried when I wasn't really sure
But who care... No one
In my eyes there is no sun
Just....darkness
Like the shadows I saw that night
Despite the knife which is now in my side I know
I'm still despised because they all wanted me to die
But I had to sacrifice my blood cause
I wanted to show them I was never giving up
Just because they had luck
doesn't mean I have to be stuck
They think I'm just another girl from the hood who never understood
But what does that have to do with my abilities
I should be good
They said no because they didn't like the paper I wrote
It's too rough
It's too real
Well there are people out here getting killed
And I just won't yield
I don't want to be another body laying on the ground
Unable to make a sound
Then wake up to ask where am I now
So I'll show them wrong
I won't pick up a gun and think the war is won
I have to silently fight back
Put my back against the wall
so they won't see me fall
and I won't have to stall
Nor get another phone call saying
"He's Dead"
I've cried too many times
Can you cry for me now?
