Sometimes when I'm alone,

I cry because I'm on my own,

The tears I cry R bitter and warm,

They flow with life but take no form,

I cry because  my heart  is torn,

and I find it difficult 2 carry on,

if I had an ear 2 confide in,

I would cry among  my treasured friends,

But who do you know that stops that long,

to help another carry on,

The world moves fast and it would rather pass you by,

than 2 stop and c what makes you cry,

It's painful and sad and sometimes I cry,

and no one cares  about why.

2PAC