All I do
is sit here
and cry
Half of the time
I don't even know why

I cry and I cry
there's no beginning
and no end
I want it to stop

I want to go back
to living again
to the days
I could smile and laugh

But those days
are over
gone forever
all I seem to do is cry

Will there ever
come a day
when life isn't
so hard?

All I can seem
to be able to do
is dwell on the past
and cry

03/19/2006

Posted on 03/19/2006
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