Morning is here, it's another day.
My eyes are sore from the pain and dismay.
From the geeling I felt then realized,
that it was inside that I cried.
I cried from the pain you brought.
The memories, the places, the thoughts.
I cried cuz you never gave the feeling.
I'll never believe that y ou hurt me and you lied,
but hwy am I crying inside?
It was so hard to let it show
so hard to let you go.
Pay close attention to the scars
not the lonely girl caged in bars.
Turn away, the feeling has died.
But before then, it was inside that I cried.