It's hard to cry when the tears never come.
Then a few fall, just a little sum.
But still your grief holds you down.
Marking you with a chrystaline crown.
Crimson colored eyes.
Trying to see past all the lies.
Shakily, you return to your twisted life.
Filled with contempt and baleful strife.
And you ask yourself, will it ever end?
The truth is, sometimes it will mend.
For those who will try.
It'll be 'til the day they die.
Finally, the hurt is gone.
Setting in a new dawn.
Filling with hope.
Learning to cope.
Until the day we die.
In the deep ground, where we'll forever lie.