I wished you had been here.
You could have hold me tight tonight while I was crying
and not even knowing what for.
I did not wake you tough.
You're not here to hold me, there's no sense in waking you then.
I hate myself for crying and not knowing what for, but I can't stop.
Tears just run down my face. My head's empty, not one single thought in it.
So, why? Why am I crying?
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