• I've cried so many tears,
    I’ve cried so many nights,
    I’ve cried thinking,
    and it would make everything turn out right.

    But all that I’ve cried
    hasn't changed anything,
    and sometimes,
    it even had more sorrow to bring.

    The tears are red,
    for our love,
    or they're black,
    from the hate that builds up.

    Sometimes I cry,
    sometimes I bleed,
    I watch the blood hit the ground,
    knowing you’re all I need.

    I sit in the dark,
    wait out the pain;
    I don’t want to lose you,
    ever again.

    If I’d have to beg,
    to bring you back,
    then that’s what I’d do,
    time and time again.

    I think about you,
    everyday,
    thoughts of you,
    are all my mind plays.

    I can't hate you,
    I can't leave you,
    but what I can do,
    is grieve you.

    That’s why I ask,
    for you to stay,
    for everything to stop,
    the tears and the rain.