What time is it?
Why do I still cry?
Why do I cry?
What makes me cry?
I cried a lot, these nights
Suffocating
Going to explode
So I cried
Do you ever know that feeling?
You just want to cry, a lot
You have no idea what to do
You have nowhere to go
You have no one to lean on
Cry yourself to sleep
When morning comes, you’ll be fine again
What is that?
Do I miss you?
But, what’s the point of missing you?
I think I need a shelter,
a shoulder to cry,
a chest to lean on.
I’m lost..
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