There is nothing more than I want to do than cry
Cry for all the time I wasted
Cry for the memories I made but forgot
Cry for all the unimportant things that were once important
Cry for the future I made for myself
If I cry now, I may never stop
There's too much unsaid and things I want to scream so I can feel free.
If I think too hard, I'll spiral and never see the surface
I'll work hopelessly in an attempt to make up for what I threw away
It won't be enough
It's never enough,
I thought it was then but I was foolish, They said it wasn't about quantity, but quality and I believed them.
I agreed, I followed my heart and now it aches.
Aches more than the sun burns
Or the storm rages
Or the loss of a lover.
I'm in pain and all I want to do is cry it all away.
My vision will cloud and I won't have to think of my future
Only the past and my mistakes.
Yet when my vision is clear nothing will be fixed
I still won't have enough
They'll still be better than me
I'll still have to work harder to catch up
There is nothing more I want to do than cry
It's a luxury I can't afford