When You Cry
when you cry you're like a water ballon with a teeny tiny hole every time you squeeze you loose a little more of your soul eventually you go dry your empty nothing leave you're throw away to be forget nothing left for you there you'll lay in your grave one day with no story to tell you live a sad life you know too well but you still hear heaven's bell you have no hole no cry there you're fill up once again you'll be happy to be there then