He made me cry my friends, He made me cry again, But then I don't gain from dwelling in pain, Or maybe I made myself cry because I let the pain swell and my eyes well up, And those tears tell the untold stories buried inside my forlorn heart, And that heart breaks, then comes the lake or should I say ocean of thoughts, Followed by silence because my tongue has failed me yet again, I want to let it out,I want to scream at the top of my lungs, I'm scared if I do I'll get burnt, So I hold it deep down in my soul hoping it will all turn to ash.