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I don’t fake cry
I can’t fake
I can’t take
These tears
These fears
You think they aren’t real?
Trust me
They are
I don’t know
How to fake cry
Well... I guess I know how to lie
To say that I’m fine and well
When inside things are starting to swell
Anger
Hatred
Hurt
Pain
Unbelievable pain
Things you’ll never understand
So next time you see me
In tears
Surrounded by fears
Know that they are real
Those things that I feel
Tears
I wonder…
Can you ever run out?
What would it be like?
Not to cry
No matter how hard you try
No matter what happens
No matter who dies?
Who lies?
Who you loose
Who you choose
How you hurt
In or out
But how long would it take?
A day?
A week?
A month?
A year?
Another question on my mind
Maybe something I’ll never find
But then again
One day…
I might
When I lose sight
Completely
Of anything
Of everything
Maybe then I’ll find the answers
To these questions
On my mind
So my next question
How long will it take?
Before I feel like I’ve cried all I need to cry
Will there be a point
Where I say
‘I may not need to cry today’
Is that something I’ll ever say?
That ‘that’s enough, that’s all I need’
Is that something I’ll ever think?
But hold on, maybe there’s a link
Between those two questions I ask
Hold up
Maybe the day I feel I’ve cried all I want
Or all I need
Is the day my tears finally run out?
I wonder
But that’s all I’ll ever do isn’t it?
Wonder.
Will I ever get the answer?
Maybe I will
Like I said
When I lose sight
When I sit and let myself go
And cry
And cry
Not bothering to try
To make it stop
Those tears of mine
I’ll cry
But for how long?
A day?
A week?
A month?
A year?
How long will it take?
These questions
On my mind
One day
Maybe
The answer I will find
I can’t fake
I can’t take
These tears
These fears
You think they aren’t real?
Trust me
They are
I don’t know
How to fake cry
Well... I guess I know how to lie
To say that I’m fine and well
When inside things are starting to swell
Anger
Hatred
Hurt
Pain
Unbelievable pain
Things you’ll never understand
So next time you see me
In tears
Surrounded by fears
Know that they are real
Those things that I feel
Tears
I wonder…
Can you ever run out?
What would it be like?
Not to cry
No matter how hard you try
No matter what happens
No matter who dies?
Who lies?
Who you loose
Who you choose
How you hurt
In or out
But how long would it take?
A day?
A week?
A month?
A year?
Another question on my mind
Maybe something I’ll never find
But then again
One day…
I might
When I lose sight
Completely
Of anything
Of everything
Maybe then I’ll find the answers
To these questions
On my mind
So my next question
How long will it take?
Before I feel like I’ve cried all I need to cry
Will there be a point
Where I say
‘I may not need to cry today’
Is that something I’ll ever say?
That ‘that’s enough, that’s all I need’
Is that something I’ll ever think?
But hold on, maybe there’s a link
Between those two questions I ask
Hold up
Maybe the day I feel I’ve cried all I want
Or all I need
Is the day my tears finally run out?
I wonder
But that’s all I’ll ever do isn’t it?
Wonder.
Will I ever get the answer?
Maybe I will
Like I said
When I lose sight
When I sit and let myself go
And cry
And cry
Not bothering to try
To make it stop
Those tears of mine
I’ll cry
But for how long?
A day?
A week?
A month?
A year?
How long will it take?
These questions
On my mind
One day
Maybe
The answer I will find