SOMETIMES WHEN I'M ALONE I CRY,
CAUSE I'M ON MY OWN.
THE TEARS I CRY ARE BITTER AND WARM.
THEY FLOW WITH LIFE BUT TAKE NO FORM
I CRY BECAUSE MY HART IS TORN.
I FIND IT DIFFICULT TO CARRY ON.
IF I HAD AN EAR TO CONFIDING,
I WOULD CRY AMONG MY TREASURED FRIEND,
BUT WHO DO YOU KNOW THAT STOPS THAT LONG,
TO HELP ANOTHER CARRY ON.
THE WORLD MOVE FAST
AND IT WOULD RATHER PASS BY.
THAN TO STOP AND SEE WHAT MAKES ONE CRY,
SO PAINFULL AND SAD.
AND SOMETIMES.....
I CRY,
AND NO ONE CARES ABOUT WHY.........
(TUPAC SHAKUR)
Post je objavljen 03.03.2007. u 19:37 sati.