If tears could by the world,
I would have owned it long ago.
I don't want these tears to come,
but yet they still flow.
I cry over everything,
but mainly over you.
I cry a river of tears,
a river of blood too.
I cry these hurtful tears,
when I'm alone and out of sight.
I cry these lonely tears,
throughout the entire night.
I cannot go to sleep,
because I need to cry.
I cry inside my heart,
as a blade makes me die.
I know that you won't care.
You'll never cry like I cried,
all those nights that you weren't there.
You will never love me,
the way that I love you.
So now I hold the devil's hand,
atleast I know his love is true.