Cry over the little things
Cry over the big ones
Cry because they never knew
What pain had plagued your soul
Cry over the dead birds
Which never ever flew
Cry over the movie stars
Which died before you
Cry over the long dead friends
Before you moved away
Cry over a scraped knee
You got when out to play
Cry over the little one
You you used to be inside
Cry over the happy days
Which slipped away with memories
But don't cry about the blades
Don't cry about the pain
Don't cry about the scars
Or the hospital visits
Or the ropes
Just cry over what they can see
Then wait till you're alone
But what happens
When you meet someone
That sees through all the lies
That's there each time you cry
What happens
When you meet someone
Who cares if you die
What happens if you see
A dullness lurking in their eye
What happens if you're gone
And they start telling lies
What happens if they take a blade
Along their scarrless thighs
And they think of you forever
But they just can't help
But Cry
