16-03-'03
My soul cries more then I want,
it's bleeding to death.
Not only because it's broken,
also because it's down.
You can laugh with my words,
but still you'll never know why.
You can cry at my words,
but still you'll never know why.
There are people I love,
who hurted me more then you think.
There are people I hate,
who loved me more then you think.
But still I cannot see why.
Why do I feel so badly?
My soul cries more then I want,
because it's hurt.
Hurt by people I love.
Why?
Is it just me, or is it just them?
I need to know, so I can help my bleeding soul.