I cry because there's nobody there
I cry because of being alone
I cry because all I can do is stare
I cry because of the unknown
I cry over things I've done
Which cannot be erased
I cry over many things
That all seem like mistakes
I cry about how good things once were
I cry that ''once'' can't return
To the past I must pretend to transfer
Yet only in my thoughts is the sad thing I had to learn