I’m glad there’s such thing as doors
So, when I cry, I can do so in private
But sometimes my tears get to knocking
As an unwanted guest they come anyway
Eyes get heavy
Body starts to shake
You rub one eye
Next thing you know it’s a lake, on your face
Bottled up pain exploded like a volcano
You try to explain what’s wrong,
But feel like no one will understand you know?
So, you lay in the puddle of your tears
Until your eyes dries up like a drought
You get sleepy and your thoughts go about
You wake up the next morning only to think
Like dang I’m still here
Well, I guess I’ll get myself together
So much for private lakes huh?
