My Tears

My tears, my tears, are so full of sorrow
Nobody cares, I could die tomorrow.
Once upon a time I used to be happy,
But that was before all was taken from me.
I hope and I hope, that someone will understand,
But ever since I was little I've never had a hand.
I'm lost, I'm lost, my street senses are weak,
For all through my life, I've always been meek.
I can't help but cry for it is my remedy,
The only thing that's calming is a simple melody.
You may wonder what the big deal could be,
Well here I'll tell you, it's hard being me.
If we could sit down and talk trust me I would,
All I want is to be understood.
I could go with the wind any day I choose,
Cause down on here on earth I have nothing to lose.
So please I beg, please open your eyes,
I can't stand the pain, I want to die.

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