WHAT MAKES ME CRY
WHEN I THINK OF THE PASTWHEN I THINK OF THE FUTURE
WHEN I THINK OF YESTERDAY
OR
WHEN I THINK OF TODAY
IT MAKES ME CRY
WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE A FATHER
BY YOUR SIDE EVERYDAY TO LOOK UPON
THINK OF THE REASON WHY HE'S GONE
I CRY
WHEN I SEE MY FAMILY ARGUEING OVER MONEY
OR STUPID THINGS AND
YOUR FRIEND IS THERE WATCHING
I CRY
I MAY SEEM MEAN ON THE OUTSIDE BUT
IM SOFT AND EASLY BRUSED ON THE INSIDE
IT'S A SUNNY DAY THAT CLOUDS TURN GRAY
IT BEGINS TO RAIN
IT'S LIKE X-RAY VISION
I SEE THROUGH YOU ALL AND
I CRY
TO SEE ME AND US ALL GOING DOWN
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