Dying On The Inside, But Outside You're

Sometimes When I'm Alone I Cry, Cause I Am On My Own. The Tears I Cry Are Bitter And Warm. They Flow With Life But Take No Form I Cry Because My Heart Is Torn. I Find It Difficult To Carry On. If I Had An Ear To Confide In, I Would Cry Among My Treasured Friend, But Who Do You Know That Stops That Long, To Help Another Carry On. The World Moves Fast And It Would Rather Pass By. Then To Stop And See What Makes One Cry, So Painful And Sad. And Sometimes... I Cry And No One Cares About Why.

The Day You Chose To Leave Me It Rained Constantly In Truth I Swore The Rain To Be The Tears Of Cuspids Eyes.

It Don't Stop 'til The Casket Drop.

No Longer Living In Fear, My Pistol Close In Hand, Convinced This Is My Year.

The Lesser The Friends, The Lesser The Chances Of Betrayal.