Bleak

I Hate to Cry Alone**

I hate to cry alone...
but I hate it when you see.
Something about crying makes me feel so god dam weak...
Heaven knows I feel stronger when your right there next to me.

AND what's the point in hiding teardrops...
from the people who caused them?
They might as well see their good work...
I'd tell myself.
And maybe if I cry enough...
They'll just leave me be.

But when I let those tear drops fall...
The words got so much worse.
And when I kept on crying...
I convinced myself that they hurt.

So I wrapped myself up inside...
And I waited for the day....
That you would come along...
And tell me all I needed to hear.

You told me that my tears weren't worth it.
And they weren't worth my pain.
You told me that the only words that hurt us are he ones that we believe.

And little by little I stopped crying.
And I stopped believing what they said.
And I learned there's strength in numbers even for those who prefer to be alone.

Tears aren't worth it...
Unless you want to cry...
Or they are for another that needs to see them.

Pain isn't worth it...
Although we don't decide when we hurt...
We always control how long we hurt for...
And most of all who causes us pain.

So if their words aren't worth a dam...
And you won't let them hurt you...
Then you can see the good in life...
And smile for a change.

Don't let them keep their power...
When it's so easy to take away.
The power to hurt you is the only thing they want.
And you can take it away.

I hate to cry alone...
And I hate it when you see.
Cause when I cry in your arms...
Then you'll know that I let someone hurt me.