I wish everything were different here,
I wish he wouldn't make me cry,
it's been said wishing is for the weak.
Couldn't sleep last night,
he kept me thinking of the danger's that were heading my way.
Please, I am not a child.
I never cry, and he made me cry.
He always makes me cry.
and when the shawdows crept away, from the sun hiding beneathe the wind...
I still cried.
I have done no wrong, but he came out of the lair to punish me.
he did..
but the tears flowed down my face, always.
I'll always love he who makes me cry.
It's inevitable.