C R Y

If I could find my self again, I'd lose all who cry for me.

Every day that they pretend - waste their tears they shed for me.

But all their tears will dry.

If I could fall down on my knees, I would beg them to let me die.  

If I could make them hear my pleas, they would know how hard I cry.

But all my tears will dry.

Wasted years, and wasted greed - wasted life that's forced on me.
Forced to live to fill your needs. I’m already dead, just leave me be.

I'm kept alive to please your god. An honest god would let this end.

When my god sees me she cries. For she knows I'm already dead.

But all her tears will dry.

Wasted years, and wasted greed - wasted life that's forced on me.
Forced to live to fill your needs. I’m already dead, just leave me be.

Coveted life I live in vein. All I want to know is death.

We all have suffered from my pain. You dread as I prey for my last breath.

Then all our tears will dry.

Wasted years, and wasted greed - wasted life that's forced on me.
Forced to live to fill your needs. I’m already dead, just leave me be.